Over the arm of the couch, I caught a glimpse of his face staring back at me through the dark beyond the window – where just a few minutes earlier I had been crouching. A switch in perception, and I was out on the fire escape again, watching a man and a woman inside, making love on the couch. Then, with a violent effort of the will, I was back on the couch with her, aware of her body and my own urgency and potency, and I saw the face against the window, hungrily watching. And I thought to myself, go ahead, you poor bastard – watch. I don’t give a damn any more. And his eyes went wide as he
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