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The window of desire was something on the warm nights of the neighborhood that lit up all the senses.
From my apartment on the second floor, I used to spend a lot of time looking at the lights in the neighboring windows, nowhere clear, until she moved out.
Claudia. Loose hair, scarred hips, soft smile.
His window was right in front of mine, just separated by a couple of yards and a garden.
At night, when the lights were low, I could see blurred silhouettes. Sometimes I read in bed.