Looking out the window of your childhood apartment. From an apartment across the street there walk lines of girls in school uniforms, green pleated skirts, white shirts, ties, flowing like a stream of girls, branching left and right, smiling, dark hair, knocking on all the doors, seeking. They come to your window, smiling, seeking, and you laugh to see so many.
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