nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
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He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
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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.
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We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
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I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
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