WINDOWS
We talked to each other through our houses: Running from one room to the next, raising and shutting blinds, making eyes blink, making tiny square mouths talk. At night, she made her house blush, turning on both lamps behind the red living room curtains. To tell her goodnight I went to the top floor, turned off every light except for one, and slowly pulled down my two bedroom shades, fluttering them just a little at the bottom. When I said goodbye, she opened the attic window just an inch and poured a cup of water through the crack.
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