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Today, the cute girl at work ran up and pressed against the glass to scare me, just on the other side.
There was a solid sheet of glass between us, but even so it was the most intimately close I have been and probably ever will be to her. Our faces only an inch or two further away than the thickness of the glass.
It's such a perfect metaphor for my love lives that I even wrote it into one of my movies once earlier... ...through a window I can watch a girl and fall under her spell, and she can even notice this, notice I exist...
There's always something in the way.