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.

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

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

Can I see