"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.i want to do that too
much more tactility
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.
like magnets
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
which magnetises chains of pins
feel you
ahnaf abrar
its performative
propensity within someone
Can I see