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.
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you have a beautiful account btw
my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given
its good
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
lol yea
isaac newton
thank you
its good
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
but i respect your search
bro i read nothing in my life
was it worth it
really i want the internet
much more tactility
no i haven't really read anything
i have read not even 1 book
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
in a post. I want to be remembered
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.Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Can I see