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The Little one's eyes widened as he immediately stopped dancing and took a step back, his eyes glue to the person coming towards their direction like a storm, a heavy wave, ready to wash away everything in his path and he wasn't able to stop himself as the devil's man escaped his lips. "Mr Martinez"

Nakatuon lang ngayon ang atensyon niya sa isang bagay at yun ay ang hanapin ang booth kung nasaan nakalagay ang painting niya. Hindi siya ganun kagaling mag-pinta pero seryoso naman siya sa pagbuhos ng lahat ng nararamdaman niya roon. Simple lang ang kaniyang ginawa, isa iyong abstract painting na may madilim at malamig na kulay na kung iintindihing mabuti ay makikita mo ang tulay sa gitna ng ulan na kung saan makikita ang isang hugis ng tao habang may hawak ito ng itim na payong.

A dream where I made a new friend but Cynthia's demise dawned on me yet again and I recalled the evening vividly. What did I think of him? I felt he was just another intransigent teenager, (we're very much alike in this, you'll get to know) and though it's annoying, I quite like that about him. We don't have similar interests but he's nice to talk with and handsome too. I'm not attracted to him, just so you know. I just love appreciating nice works of art and Tim, is a masterpiece. I finally admitted to myself that it would be nice to see him again and thoughts of the evening with him kept me occupied and made me forget that one of us was gone. At least, till the next day.

Got my banana to go, and left the house. I started on the corner idea. I was planning to paint a door, like a 3D picture. When you were near the real door, you could get confused if the painting next to it isn't the right one. I was going to make the shades and everything with the colors it needed to make it seem real.

Monica said, holding up the phone like evidence in court. Verity looked properly guilty now. “I’m really sorry. I literally have no reason to avoid your calls. I’ve just been having a really long, frustrating day trying to paint, and nothing is coming out right. I think I’m just having a bad day.” Monica hummed, not entirely convinced, but her expression softened slightly. “Did you at least take pictures of them? It’s kind of hard to believe you’d mess up a painting, to be honest.” Verity chuckled despite herself. “I adore how much you believe in me, but girl, I really fucked that shit up. And yes, I did take pictures.”

Why is your drawing room so bright? He opened his eyes wide, a thought suddenly popped into his head. Peter strode quickly to the drawing room, standing outside looking in, Mia still hadn't come home. He didn't say a word, and gently walked inside, the woman was still looking at the picture of herself, dumbfounded, not knowing he was entering. All paintings are drawn by him with a pencil, even though there are only two colors, the characters still appear in the picture, and they are still very vivid.

I said walking up to the door opening it to see a man with a blue delivery shirt on . "Hi thanks for bringing my delivery, you can just place them over there to the right." I said pointing. " Yes ma'am" he said walking off the porch back to his truck opening up the bed then he lowered it down. Walking back into the house letting him do his job without me peking over his shoulder . I waited till he was done so I decided to check some websites that sell dance poles. I only found two sites that ship and the price was reasonable so I ordered one of each of the two I liked. By the time I was done, so was the delivery man. So for his work I made him a glass of lemonade that I made yesterday.

No little gasp of breath or increase of heart rate. I put the canvasses down as I planned them. The separate frames make one page. Together, they’re the size he asked for. Bigger, I guess, if he spaces them out. I used paint, but colored it like a printed comic, just dots of three colours and black, so you only see the image when you step back a bit. Comic-book pointilism. They call them Ben-Day Dots after the guy who invented the printing technique, but I’ve taken it back to the days of the brush.

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I can keep adding layers but I can't really erase them for good. That's just how it is.