There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

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.

and the fake qualifier

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

so at the end

send link

magnetises a pin

no like which do people call me

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

lol

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

or never left

was it worth it

wait what is that

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

abrar?

brb i will read and reply sincerely

the site i am dreaming

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

not their contents

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Today I felt like starting

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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.

Rain, starting

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."