The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
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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.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
"Put a blanket."
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
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We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.