We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. 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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One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

hiding from the rain

13, H, grate

in a post. I want to be remembered

currently

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

2 (actually index). two is company

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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