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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this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

was it worth it

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

as in

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

yeah

what do you think my name is

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

ion

sorry i am texting like a slav

its good

we need to be deconstructing our identities

so at the end

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

autonomy of learning

i want to do that too

its good

yeah

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

idk

like first name

no i haven't really read anything

and the fake qualifier

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

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