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I tried my best to console her while she slightly sniffed in my arms.
"I wish I had met you earlier," I heard her mumble against my chest before sniffing some more.
"Me too," I told her as I ran my hands through her beautiful silky hair. She calmed down for a bit before going back to doing her work while I flipped through some of her sketchbooks. I was astonished at her number of drawings and paintings. There was a lot! She must spend a lot of time to do this and she certainly must be doing this for a long time because she was very much skilled.
"So, when did you start drawing?" I asked her out of curiosity.
"Ever since I could hold a pencil," she told me as she continued to arrange the binders before putting them on the shelf. I had offered to help her but she had declined poli
