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The girl with the red ribbon in her hair skipped past his house every morning on her way to catch the school bus. He would watch from the upstairs window as she paused to admire and smile at the tulips blooming in his front yard. He would smile in return, though she would never know. His door was locked from the outside, preventing him from ever knowing what lay beyond his window and what lay beyond his window from ever knowing him.