dusk
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a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Better Lift
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.
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
Today I felt like starting
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
"Put a blanket."
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
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.
was it worth it
and the fake qualifier
Can I see