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The canvas moved to be face down on the floor, the paint brush across the room. She watched the empty easel.
"That is so weird." *** "Okay.."
"Yes.. Just then."
There was a muffled clatter from, the other room, before silence.
"No, Val.." *** She hesitated. "But I won't press."
"You looked nervous. Why?"
She said nothing, but didn't move, her eyes plastered to the canvas.
"Okay, but short is equal to tall." *** "Nope," she said stubbornly. "I know."
"..Why did you look so nervous?"
Avice was in the bedroom, facing away from the door to a blank canvas. The paintbrush was clenched in her hand as she stared at the white page in...
"That's mean." *** "But I know!"
He rubbed her back gently. "I love you.."
There was still no sound.
"You're welcome." *** "Yes I do."
"Yes," he said quietly. "We're okay."
The house was completely silent.
"Okay, fine." *** "So?"
He sighed, uncrossing his arms. "It's okay."
(Yehyye)
"They're synonyms." *** "I'll always love you!"
