We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
bro i read nothing in my life
i really havent
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
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I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
ahnaf abrar
hiding from the rain
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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.
plato
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
autonomy of learning