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She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
i really havent
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
December 2025
much more tactility
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
no i haven't really read anything
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.is everyoneback on tumblr now
bro i read nothing in my life
like first name
your feed looks like my tumblr