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 longer writing in the third person
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
"Put a blanket."
in a post. I want to be remembered
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
Better Lift
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One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
hiding from the rain
Today I felt like starting
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting