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Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

no longer writing in the third person

"Put a blanket."

Lift Analysis

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Rain, starting

Today I felt like starting

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49