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She was just a face in the window.
She was always there when he passed at 8:15 on his way to work.
He often thought she was looking at him, but whenever he came close, she looked away.
The sight of her face always cheered him up.
One day he’d get the courage to go in and say hello.
This was written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales challenge, and it is meant to complement the story she wrote herself. Click here to read her story: