Woe me, not woo me.

I've finally moved into Bret's old room. That poor sick slob. As I was arranging things I passed by the window that looks out on the edge of Jones and at Santa Fe Hall. Sitting on the wall having a cigarette was Jeane's roommate. I have never seen her converse with anyone but Bret. She was looking directly in the now clean window; I caught her confused and woeful look before she quickly looked away. It's one of the saddest things I've seen since I've been here.

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