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Who lives behind those curtained windows?
I sometimes see her silhouette at night; a small dumpling of a woman, moving with the economy of motion one learns when living in a small space, silent as an old movie. Alone. Always.
Is she like me? Has she stood in front of her closet and wished she could find something she hasn’t already worn twenty thousand times this year? Has she ever suffered the agony of wondering if she said the right thing? Or the wrong thing? Ever lied to her parents, “No, of course I won’t be alone; I’m spending the holiday with friends—don’t worry about me”? Ever felt guilty for preferring to eat Honeynut Cheerios for supper and watching Project Runway to going out for drinks with her office mates?
Who is she and what does she do when she’s not at home? Does she even exist if I’m not watching her? If a tree falls in the forest and nobody is there, does it make the sound of one hand clapping?
Who is she, the round woman behind those curtained windows, in that small still apartment? What would she say if she learned she’s my best friend?
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