He was sitting by the open window
when I climbed to the attic and I could see
his breath—it was winter, thin snow streaking the roof—but he didn't hear me
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He was sitting by the open window
when I climbed to the attic and I could see
his breath—it was winter, thin snow streaking the roof—but he didn't hear me
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