but i respect your search
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
lol yea
we need to be deconstructing our identities
"Put a blanket."
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
but really the thing should be autonomous
He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.
I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.
Can I see
lol
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
no longer writing in the third person