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The glass wall that separated the hallway from the living room in my grandparents' house was made of such glass. A visit to my grandparents was usually quite monotonous for us children. The adults would sit together, smoking and drinking tea or coffee, talking about politics and other things that could bore children to death.  When I brushed my fingernails over the structure of this partition glass, it produced a rhythmic whirring sound.

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