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I can hear Arthur’s breath catch quietly behind me as he takes it in.
“You’re quite… creative,” Leonard says, peering at the painting.
“Thank you,” I reply. “I just finished that one today, actually.” I glance at Arthur and add with a fond smile, “I’m going to call it ‘A Little Batty’.” Arthur snorts softly into his wine glass, his eyes sparkling as he meets my gaze.
“Very… cheerful,” Wendy comments, in a tone that suggests she doesn’t consider that a good thing.
“I think it’s beautiful,” Arthur says, looping an arm around my waist. “Your best work yet, I dare say.”
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