After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

I am below everything.

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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"Put a blanket."

IWGD

it is hopeful

no longer writing in the third person