true stories

both our hair had grown, slouchy sweaters being propped and pulled.
she dates investment bankers, and asks me to come outside so she can have a smoke. ' my competition is models and all the good looking men are gay.'
i talk about santorini and istanbul. onto northern england, learning to bake bread and trying to surf in whales.

and then it's morning, and im peering out from under covers, the snow has all melted and it's new year's eve day. where did the snow go, in the night?

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