He sits by the window in his chair at his computer. Sometimes at night or in the day time, but always so alone. He's sitting there watching the snow come down and thinking how his life once was...while he reads the words printed in the chat room. So many names of strangers and he wonders how many of them are lonely and sit by their window...like him. As he reads the profiles, he wonders who these people really are...some odd sounding names...and far away places. Could there be someone sitting by her window in her chair as lonely as he? Is she watching the snow come down and reading the profiles too? He looks over at his fireplace and thinks how nice it would be to have her sit in front of it with him...just to have a real person to talk to. But for now he will just sit and watch these strange names, type letters that become words that become sentences in a room full of strangers....

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