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We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

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.

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

much more tactility

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

ion

its good short few pages

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

idk

But seriously, thank you, Jack

like first name

and the fake qualifier

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

magnetises a pin