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The girl in the window.
I was deep in work,
The pen in my hand was an extended entity of mine.

But all of a sudden it stopped,
It stopped moving on its own.

I put it down and held my head in my hands,
Tears welled up in my eyes,
And I sniffled softly.

The rain outside filled the air with a light pitter and patter,
They made a distinct sound on the shingles above,
It felt as though the nature was also pitying on me.

That was when I heard a soft whisper, A call at the window.

When I looked toward it, a girl stared back right beside the fire latern,
smiling softly.
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