Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
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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-"
bro i read nothing in my life
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wait what is that
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book