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"What happened to you, Stella?" He asked me. I knew he was standing behind my chair, looking down at what I was drawing.
"Nothing," I gritted angrily. I was already mad at him since yesterday evening for acting like that and now he had the audacity to ask me that question. I couldn't get madder at him. He watched me for some more time before he bent over me a bit and placed my missing paintbrushes on my table.
"You dropped these in my car on Thursday," He said to me.
Lie!
I knew he stole them from me. He had been stealing them from me all this time. There was no way my paintbrushes would keep falling from my bag like that because I always made sure that they were safe inside the bag.
I came to know how he was stealing them from me a couple of days ago. My eyes happened to fall
