Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
not their contents
really i want the internet
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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Thank you, Jack
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.