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.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
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.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
no longer writing in the third person
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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I am below everything.