Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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.
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
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
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ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
I am below everything.
was it worth it
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
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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not so on: yvf(wthw)