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Her pencil strokes flowed gracefully onto the page without faltering. They never did. Unlike her voice. She doesn't speak unless she has to, he's determined to change that.

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'I've known you for the longest time you know.' He said glancing down at his hands.

'How so?' I said quietly without taking my eyes of the page.

'It's hard not to know your own voice, well the missing part of it at least.'

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