It always happened at night. When it was the end of things and the end of the day. By always I mean since last Friday. Someone or some "it" or some kind would knock on her window. "Knock." It went. Something like "Knock." She would react the same way everytime this happened. Her chest would tie up and form a kind of knot or a bow. Like a bow
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