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The glow of the old school CRT monitor cast an almost sacred light on our faces, and later the Philips TV, the screen for a digital aurora in the box-room. I remember the specific thrum of the PlayStation, the click of its disc drive, and the rhythmic, almost hypnotic sequence of button presses as I meticulously layered beats and melodies. This was for his GCSE music project, a task he’d presented with a shrug and an almost imperceptible plea for help. He didn't do or say much; he rarely did. He just sat there, knees pulled up to his chest on the floor, watching me, a silent, still observer as I sculpted a rudimentary track from the limited palette of an early 2000s music creation game. His presence was like a barely perceptible hum in the room, a quiet witness to the genesis of something out of nothing. I remember thinking, in that precise moment, that he was involved. Not creatively, not actively, but his quiet watchfulness, his unblinking gaze, felt like a silent endorsement, ...
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Me Julie

In a world filled with shattered promises and destroyed hopes, there existed a unique way of addressing one's significant other. In this world, known as the world of birds, each male participant would call their female partner by a single name: "Me Julie." 

This endearing term was like a secret language, understood only by those who were part of this unconventional society. It was a way of showing affection and devotion, a way of declaring that this person was the one for them, the one they would fly with forever. 

But within this world, there was also heartache and betrayal. For every successful partnership, there were countless others that ended in pain and sorrow. Yet still, the tradition of calling one's partner "Me Julie" remained, a reminder of the love that once was and the hope for love that could still be.



And so, as the sun set over the treetops and the birds nestled into their nests, the world of "Me Julie" continued on, a beautiful and complex tapestry of love and loss, of happiness and heartache, all expressed through a single, simple name.

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