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really i want the internet
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
wait what is that
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then