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It’s sad to see them staring wistfully through the window when the door isn’t locked.

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Isaac Marion
Age: 42
Born: 1981
Born: December 30
Music Journalist
Novelist
Writer
Seattle
Washington
Doors
Wistfully
Locked
Staring
Door
Window

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