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Half Window

On the plane there was a very cute girl sitting next to me.

She had the window seat, I was in the center.

But it wasn’t a real window seat, since there wasn’t a window in our row. But there was sort of half a window from the next row up.

There was something in the way she leaned herself forward, stretched her neck and peered out the half-window that I found quite endearing.

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