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September 28, 2004



This morning, I was awakened by a strange noise outside the bedroom window. As my room is on the 12th floor, no sound except rain and wind can be heard. But the noise was different than both of them. It was like a rubbing noise and I felt that someone was out there. So, I opened the curtain to find a man washing windows. When I was young I used to think of geting this kind of job because it was very cool and lucrative.

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