The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

"Put a blanket."

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

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

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

yes

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hiding from the rain

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

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