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i am quite illiterate on producing technology

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

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

"Put a blanket."

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.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

2 (actually index). two is company

was it worth it

i really havent

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.