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Hello! Where are you? I’m at the coffee shop sitting by the window and watching the traffic jam. Maybe that’s why you’re late? It’s drizzling and people hurry past the window. I look for you among the passersby, but you don’t appear. The clouds are so dense the top half of your building vanishes. I wonder if, when gazing out your windows, you see only whiteness. Down here, the city is dreary and grumpy. Was it something I said last time?

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Hi! Many people ran past the window heading towards your building. Maybe you saw them? I’m still at the coffee shop, and though it’s cozy enough, the music is a little too loud and the thick windows filter out the city sounds. It’s weird watching the commotion, but not hearing the hubbub. It’s like watching a silent film: black and white, and fuzzy. Are you all right?

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I’m walking towards your building now. Maybe we’ll bump into each other and have that coffee at your place. I’m winding my way through the crowd gathered outside your lobby, the blaring sirens drown out the crowd’s murmur, and I’m trying to understand what’s happening. Run over, I thought someone said. Oh God, the ambulance is loading a body bag onto a stretcher, and my heart is racing! I thought I saw the top of your bright red hair disappear under the black zipper. Please call me back! 

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