Punctuation

there was a courtyard in one of the older apartments square in concept it turned into an oval over time proving the

inadequecies of modern aestetics of all the windows only one hadnt broken it was made of blown glass as we stood there the

wind chose to pick up the edges of my pinstripe jacket my skirt she says learned to fly the wind lost no time though some

of the open windows did hesitate before submitting we didnt want them to submit she whispers it s true we had hoped the

perserverance of broken windows and rusty hinges would outlast the wind we always chose the underdogs

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This would be the third chapter.