We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
"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 see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
brb i will read and reply sincerely
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt