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.

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

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bro i read nothing in my life

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

December 2025

in a post. I want to be remembered

Slug

i really havent

Thank you, Jack

and the fake qualifier

was it worth it

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We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.