so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
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bro i read nothing in my life