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Chapter 48: The Silence Between Us

Author: Oby Jennifer
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I almost walked past.

Then, I noticed the gallery door was open and the light was switched off. Something made me slow down and I looked in and stopped.

He was sitting on the floor, just right in the middle of the room, cross-legged, in front of the unfinished painting. Arms resting over his knees. Just looking at it.

The city light came through the windows behind him, that low constant glow that lets you see partially. He hadn't moved toward a switch. He just came in here and sat down in the
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