I reached for my board, standing and getting on. Just as I started to push off, I noticed you. You were standing there, an easel set up in front of you, painting as you always do. You look up at me, and I freeze. You look at me differently. And suddenly my walls feel thinner. Before my stupid brain even works through its thoughts, the wheels of my skateboard are moving. Toward you. I get there and stop on my skateboard. You always come here to paint. why? i didnt try on the voice either srry
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