Yellow nicotine stains the glass, giving my world a jaundice hue.
She took the cranks to keep me from opening the windows. That didn’t stop me though. I worked my fingers bloody on the metal cogs, just for a little breeze, and to see the deep green of the trees outside.
Even with the jalousies open, I’m too big to squeeze through. I’m still trapped inside.
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