somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
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i understand
god being the centre magnet
all that is to say
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.