My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.
I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
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way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
"Put a blanket."
no longer writing in the third person
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
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not so on: yvf(wthw)
i have read not even 1 book
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
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