After I got home, I used the savings I had built up over the years to start my own studio.My family wasn't dirt poor. We just weren't as rich as the Atkinsons.Following three months of preparation, my studio finally opened for business.On the opening day, only a junior from college, along with a few relatives and friends, came to congratulate me.After dinner, I saw my relatives and friends off and then returned to the studio. There, under a dim light, my junior, Jenny Clarke, stood holding her coat, quietly looking at my design.She turned when she heard me come in. Her waist-length hair swayed as she smiled brightly. "Colin, your design still feels so full of life."It was a simple compliment, but I felt my heart skip a beat.I walked up behind her, and our shadows overlapped on the wall, almost as if we were standing close together.I lowered my head as I took the piece from the display and gently put it on her, watching her eyes widen in surprise.Jenny was flustered. "
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