The frosted glass on the bathroom window once was a source of comfort as Erin dashed around getting ready for work.
The tenants of 12B across the way had always been guys, and more than once she had felt eyes, caught glances.
Then she got to know Bradley, who hung out the 12B window to smoke.
He was hanging now.
She lifted the frosted glass.
“Hey.”
“Hey,” B…
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