no longer writing in the third person

IWGD

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

it is hopeful

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

"Put a blanket."

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

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

It Will Get Lighter

Better Lift