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.
really i want the internet
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
yes
no longer writing in the third person
and the fake qualifier
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
hiding from the rain
i have read not even 1 book
plato
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
isaac newton
like magnets
what do you mean
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying