“A man looking in”

There was a man standing outside my window looking in.

I didn’t dare go out and speak to him.

I didn’t know him and he didn’t know me.

Why was he looking through my window?

Why was he doing this?

I couldn’t come up with a reason for it.

He must have been there for a reason.

But never spoke to him to find out what it was.


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