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You walk in, and everything looks about the same. There's the back of his head, and there she is standing and talking. As always, talking. There are faces that have a look of concentration as they stare at their computer screen that says, "Leave me alone." You know the look because you wear it often enough. Others are on the phone or leaned back in their chair watching TV. It's all like a movie you've seen before, the scenes playing out just as you remember. As you walk into it, you are suddenly a part of it, like a background in a painting. You fill in that empty spot that was hanging there, albeit unnoticed, in your absence. Once the spot is filled in, there is a very small satisfaction and a much more pressing disappointment, as if you wished the movie would end differently. Maybe the girl doesn't die at the end. Maybe everybody dies. Maybe no one dies but someone learns something in a profound way. But things keep churning in their mundane way, and you negotiate and commiserate and try to catch the eye of a girl you have an eye for. Things break down and you patch them up. You learn things and forget things and sink further into a bog of misunderstanding, or simply not understanding. You think: Her brown eyes. She does have brown eyes, dark brown eyes. Mysterious. All that really matters is finding out what's behind them. That's all that really matters.