On days I sit on the couch by the window,
I saw you by the phonebooth,
Soaking wet and looking into my window,
I rose from my sit and you vanished into thin air.
I miss you...
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This is a story about Glass Girl. How she encounter someone she coincidentally met who look like her deceased lover and how Glass Girl's life is like. How she sees the world.
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