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.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

currently

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

or never left

hiding from the rain

ahnaf abrar

fw

i love it here

i was tempted to lie about my name

feel you

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

idk


you have a beautiful account btw

lol yea

is this you as well

plato

yeah

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