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Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Handprint
This happened to me the other day.
My window is in front of an overhang to my porch. Not a cloth one, but like, a real one.
Its a really dusty window. Inside and out. I don’t remember ever washing it.
The other day, I decided I needed adjust my window fan.
I noticed a handprint on my dusty window. I didn’t think it was a big deal. Obviously I could have caused it. Something didn’t feel right though. I had an unsettled feeling in my stomach.
Later in the day, as I was eating dinner, I had a thought about what didn’t seem right. I went upstairs to see the handprint again.
I don’t have a screen in my window. My room is on the 3rd floor.
And the hand print was on the outside.
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