I quietly slide open the door to the sunlit classroom.. It smelt of paint and fresh parchment.. As usual, there you were sitting at your easel like a beautiful statue, posed for all to see, except I was the only one to see you like this.. The way the evening sun lit up your skin.. made your eyes glow, and practically caressed your hair. I shut the door behind me and I set my backpack down on the floor, walking over to you and pulling up a stool to sit near you,? Still working on that painting?
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