"Anyway, you're
you. I mean, look at you!" she says.
"You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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.
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I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but
can't. I die.
Worse Lift
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
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