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om her sketch, in

id, one brow raised. "Or

cups. "Trying

u know, destroying your art

y, arms crossed

aid, handing her the

reach. "How do you know

ged. "I

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wall beside her stat

he tall windows, catching the edge of her sketchpad and his half-cleaned b

ing the showcase, right?" he

was told. Yours

ed. "Ful

it go to

s alread

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sketch on her table.

io. I've been trying to get hi

e him this sense of waiting. Like he want

s... exactly what sh

e. "You're rea

No smugness.

lowed. "

shifted again-no longer a

der to shoulder,

time, she didn't