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Distance   He stepped carefully around his car, shoveling the
snow from beside it. He had already cleared the whole driveway,
she had been watching him do it for over an hour now. She
couldn't help but laugh as she watched him through the window of
her own home; he didn't look right with his winter coat on,
shoveling snow. He looked quite silly, really. The coat didn't
belong on him. The situation didn't fit "him". She didn't
understand how, but the picture just didn't look right. She
barely knew him, but she felt a strange connection to him. She
wondered if he felt the same.  In the spring, she watched him
each and every morning leave the house either by foot or on his
bike. He looked more comfortable in his own skin, versus in the
winter when it just didn't look right in that strange way she
didn't yet understand. In the fall, she'd run upstairs and look
out her window each afternoon, sprawled across her bed. Next
door was him, either raking leaves