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James pulled his collar tight against the wind and looked up at the apartment windows glowing brightly, invitingly hoping for just a glance of Jennifer. He'd only learnt her name a week ago even though she'd lived in the flat above his for around six months now.
Jennifer...he liked the way her name rolled along his tongue, a common enough name he knew but Jennifer wasn't your average girl. He lay awake night after night hearing her soft footfalls traversing his bedroom ceiling, pacing relentlessly and the crying; always the