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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

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Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

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something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

It Will Get Lighter

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It Will Get Lighter

hiding from the rain

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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I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Rain, starting

i have read not even 1 book

and the fake qualifier

Thank you, Jack

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sorry i am texting like a slav

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

i really havent

i understand