Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

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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.

no longer writing in the third person

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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

it is hopeful

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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