lol yea
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.
yes
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
yeah
not their contents
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
abrar?
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.so the method has to be autonomous
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
what do you mean
i want to do that too