"So I give the neighbors peace and quiet, for they called the pigs on me for doing what comes natural, reciting romantic poetry and singing in my nightgown...I cannot understand what I am doing wrong. I feel invisible, and to be quite honest, my love grows stronger coinciding with my desperate loneliness."
A short story by my mother describing Jessica's ever-changing window display.
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