We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

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Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

and the fake qualifier

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

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.

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

It Will Get Lighter

i really havent

I am below everything.

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And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

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

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