The U Turn 00:13

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Subtitle: If He Pulled Her from the 13x16 Window

We're sitting at the window. It's not the same window. You feel the wind upon your face. Half-open. Half-closed, your eyes, mine. I'm waiting inside. For a dot, a beep, a signal. It's your face I want to see. You see the stars, the dawning; my scrawls here upon the walls, in circles and lines, wrapping around our hearts. Looking in my window. A face reflected. Glaring in the screen, it's only me.