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There was a plain white bond paper on the table. Lying next to it was a fine-looking pencil. I stopped my tracks and proceeded onto the table. I sat on the chair and took the pencil with my left hand. I leaned closely so I could have a close view of the paper. I started to wabble the pencil and it created lines. So, I came up with something extravagant. The lines soon became shapes and patterns.

“What are you doing?” approached by the coming voice.

“I’m drawing you.” I looked up and stared at her.

“That’s a monster!”

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