Incontri sotto le stelle

Incontri sotto le stelle

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Sara Harris era una ragazza molto riservata e qualche volta scontrosa; da qualche anno si era trasferita a Londra con suo padre, subito dopo il divorzio dei genitori e da un po' di tempo a quella parte Sara aveva scoperto un nuovo posto. Aveva l'abitudine di rifugiarsi, quasi ogni sera, sul tetto di un hotel a cinque stelle, le piaceva ogni tanto starsene li per conto proprio a pensare oppure disegnare; passava le ore della notte seduta su quel tetto da sola e non a caso era il suo posto preferito. Un giorno un incontro inaspettato cambiò per sempre le sue abitudini, i suoi pensieri...la sua vita.
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Through the closed blinds of Karleigh's window, I can see her silhouette shuffling around the room. Scanning the ground around me I find a small pebble. With a chuckle I toss the pebble at the window right in front of me. Finding more and more stones and pebbles, I continue my process of showering her window with the annoying clicks and clacks of rocks. The silhouette moves to the window and instantly the blinds are yanked up, to the top of the window. Karleigh's ocean blue eyes meet mine through the glass of the window. She lets out a long sigh, and unlocks the window so she can open it. The glass is pushed upwards and I smile, stepping closer Karleigh. "What the hell are you doing?" She demands. I laugh and chuckle, giving her a small shrug. "I'm trying to get your attention by throwing rocks at your window, you know, like the movies." I smile stupidly at her. She's trying to fight back her smile, but she's failing. "Harry, in the movies they throw rocks to the windows on the second floor. I only have a one story house." She rolls her eyes. "I realize that, but I figured that would just make it easier for me to climb inside your window." The smug smile on my face is obvious.

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