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I see Dan sitting at his kitchen island, papers spread and pencils everywhere. I stand behind him quietly in awe, watching the way his art begins to come together. I shuffle a bit to the side, and Dan quickly turns around.
"P-Phil!" He stutters after shutting his book. "Oh, yea. Sorry, Dan." I laugh a little bit. Dan doesn't look at me. He seems embarrassed or upset. "That was really good. You're quite the artist, Dan." I tell him. He looks up at me, and we make eye contact. And that's when I realized that his eyes were even more beautiful than ever. Because he became my brown eyed boy.

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