Have you finished your dwawing? Yes. Did you wite? Yes. Did you finwish? I did. Show me. Nervous, I scratch my beard and show her. Her thin little brows join together in an unconvinced expression. I had drawn crooked, slightly shaky sticks. As you looked down on them, they resembled last nights’ spaghetti. These damned sticks. I’d start off well, but when it came to the little curve at the top, …
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