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I’m reading a textbook quietly to myself in my room when suddenly I notice a head in the window of the block opposite. It looks very much like S. B. The man is sitting at an angle, not looking at me. Finally, the head disappears…
I had never paid any attention to who lived there before. It was enough to know that, well, someone lived there, someone hypothetically uninteresting who, thank God, was not at all interested in me. But I was mistaken: there is no-one who goes by the name ‘someone’ and that hypothetical ‘someone’ always turns out to be some non-hypothetical one, and maybe even someone you could never imagine.
Our flat is being renovated. My mum and I are living in the lounge, all our furniture is here, too. There’s a wardrobe at the window. I get changed as soon as I get hom
