"""Wow! You guys have such a perfect window seat,"" an RA said while checking me out of my room.  ""Yep,"" I said, barely paying attention. I was taking the last of my shit off the walls.  ""You ever just sit up here and read?"" She asked, patting the wide windowsill.  I turned around and cocked my head. On the windowsill…I had always thought of it as untouchable, no man's land, something to temporarily put a water bottle on, I don't know. I hadn't ever thought of that, and my roommate didn't either. ""No,"" I breathed, still looking at the windowsill.  She kept talking, I'm not sure what about. I can't believe I never thought of sitting on the windowsill. That's such a perfect place to read.  When she left a few minutes later, I climbed onto the windowsill, knees folded to my chest. I sat and stared out the window for 5 minutes until my cab came.  I think that's the only thing I regret about my freshman year."
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