We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

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

Worse Lift

I am below everything.

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

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.

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There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

in a post. I want to be remembered

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you know who you are. no more time, not like

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. way too specific.

I Write Goodbye Letter

hello reader,

not so on: yvf(wthw)

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

Can I see

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.