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It’s like anyone can like it, no matter what gender, age, or status they have in life. “Hold on… Let me show you something.” she stood up from her seat and took an album from her room.” Here, inside were photos of the apartments before Iris designed them.” Tyron scanned the photos carefully. It’s completely different from the one he was seeing right now. The wallpapers used don’t compliment each other at all. Aside from that, it looks really cramped and repetitive. It’s like forcing to combine two different styles even if it’s really ugly to look at. No wonder the design outside is really out of this world.

So the two decided to go home, but Harry suggested for them to go to his bachelor pad nearby a few blocks away from the DRI instead and she later agreed. His bachelor pad was welcoming from the open door to the wide hallway. Upon the sides were the photographs of his childhood, so loved by his mother. The floor was an old-fashioned parquet with a blend of deep homely light bareness, and the walls were the dark greens of summer gardens meeting a bold white baseboard. The banister was a twirl of a branch, tamed by the carpenter's hand, its grain flowing as water might, in waves of comforting woodland hues. Under the lamp-shine, it was nature's art, something that soothed right to the soul. She

Storm walked into Kaden's treehouse and was immediately struck by how it seemed larger than usual. The wooden walls, which should be plain and simple, were adorned with colorful murals and hand-painted designs. One wall even showcased a sprawling mural of a sunset over a peaceful lake, with vivid oranges and pinks blending into each other. And another wall had a charming depiction of a forest, complete with playful animals like squirrels and birds, all brought to life with bright, cheerful colors.

I saw a bright blue sky. My jaws dropped to hit the ground. I wonder how can Harry Potter movie magic can happen in the real world. Oh, my bad I forgot I was in a magic castle. I wonder how this place will be at night. With that thought, I claimed the huge double side stairs by petting the softness of flowers that bloomed in the handling of the stairs. When the steps came to end I entered the big hall which is also a living room with teak wood furniture making the place majestic. I am so tired from the walk so I sat on the cloud-like sofa cushion. When I relaxed and closed my eyes I felt so revealed. I am thirsty as well as hungry. I wanted water and food to recharge my lost energy so I deci

The photo when Heidi was a baby, and the photo of the three of them smiling broadly at the camera. Harper could never hold back her own thoughts from imagining it, then wallowed in the same bitterness every day. But when she returned to focus on the reality that was waiting for her, all that was actually only in her mind. This house from the start never had any photos on its walls. Neither Alma nor Heidi's photos have been attached to the walls of this house. There are only paintings that are used as decorations to make the atmosphere in this house feel home. For the rest, this house always offered a strange void that felt so strange to Harper.

The material for new comforters had been ordered and he received a text notification that it had arrived. As he stood in the hallway, he looked at Marie's room with all its bookshelves and new Harry Potter Ravenclaw curtains. Even her bed had been made, not perfectly, but more than it usually was. Her room was dark, but she had always been drawn to the darker colors and books and movies.

She sighed, then glanced to the left, where another portrait was hanging on the wall. In this portrait, a woman stood there. Her left hand raised in the air at an angle. And her right seemed to hold a book. On her head she wore a hat, which had a point at the top. Her head was tilted to the left, where you could only see the left side of her face. And her hair was a dark brown, that looked like it flowed endlessly behind her. There were colorful colors that could be seen over her left hand, as if portraying something. Blues, greens, purples, and pinks colliding together at the top forming a colorful ball above the streaks underneath. On the tree to the right, a broom lay against it, with a c

"How about we get you back to bed, hmm?" Harry looks between us, then directly at me with an expression that hits me harder than the entire argument I had with his mother. "And Jaxon too, Mommy? Can Jaxon come too?" Natalie exhales slowly like the question itself is chipping away at her anger. Without looking at me, she says, "Of course, baby. Come on." Harry's room is any kid’s paradise. There’s dinosaur wallpaper plastered on the wall, glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, books scattered across a small reading chair, and painted rocks on top of a cupboard.