Sometimes, to the third power

 

Sometimes, when I’m walking along on the sidewalk, I look up at the surrounding buildings.

Sometimes, but in a much less common frequency, I look up at the surrounding buildings and see something strange.

Sometimes, but in a much less common frequency–and by this I mean an almost nonexistent occurrence–I look up at the surrounding buildings and see something strange: a window just completely gone, ten stories up, and someone kneeling over where the glass should be, presumably (hopefully) working on getting that fixed.

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