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"Get away from the window." Lying on her side under the thick comforter, she speaks to the floor-to-ceiling window. The words are absorbed by the sheets, the carpet, the curtains; she tries again. "Get away from the window." Again, there's no reply. She lays there for a few more minutes before finally sitting up and walking over to the window, the blanket around her shoulders, dragging along behind her. "I don't understand what you're doing." She looks out. The sun is down, the skyline is beautiful. All she sees is the person on the other side. "Why." It's not a question. She places her hand against the cool glass, seeing another do th

"Oh, the song's over" a sad voice muttered, having gotten quite comfortable on the shoulder of the dance partner. With a sigh the first pulled back, only to have the second keep a tight hold, obviously wanting to stay how they were as well. "Hey, silly," the first said while administering a tap on the shoulder that had been used as a rest not moments before. "The slow song's done; it's a fast one now." The only answer was a raise of an eyebrow and a resounding "So?" "Well.... everyone else is dancing quickly, too."  A nod to the ones surrounding them displayed as much, but the observation merely received a repeated answer of "So...?" Thi