After a much needed game of
Bananagram (one of our favorite game in MN), I walked back to my end of the hallway. (Actually, Mayuko lives opposite to my room, so she also share that end, but she rarely stops there as I do. So I take the end as mine.) Anyway, as usual I stare out of the window. Once Beth, my another roommate from Washington DC, asked me what is there to see. There isn't actually. I guess it's just me and window. I know it sounds strange. But the act of looking out of the window at night starts at least 17 years ago, when my brother would also sneak out of our room to our parents' room at night. I would stand there in the middle of the night staring out of the window, watching the pedestrians and cars passing by, and appreciating the motion of the dim light when I close half of my eye lid, winkle, or do all sort of trick with my eyes. One thing I don't do though is that I DON'T stalk people.
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