no longer writing in the third person

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

It Will Get Lighter

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

Rain, starting

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We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

isaac

no like which do people call me

plato

i was tempted to lie about my name

"Put a blanket."

yeah