They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
no longer writing in the third person
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.
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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.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
I am below everything.
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
the site i am dreaming
which magnetises chains of pins
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