Y'know, I was walking around the city the other day and it was so quiet you could've heard a window being smashed; it's strange really. I suppose a lot of people are like windows. So many are...see through. So many...get smashed. And so many wander around with a glazed look over them. Are you like a window? Is your life a pane?
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