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"Do you like it here?" I asked Louis as we sat in my room. Louis nodded sweetly and sent me a smile.

"Why do you like it here?" I then asked, wanting to know Louis' reason.

"Because I met you." Louis breathed.

"Did you see him today? I was looking for him." I said frowning.

"Who? What's his name?" Louis asked confused as Louis knelt in front of me and looked into my eyes.

I just shrugged and showed Louis the painting I did of a white room and a single rose in a white vase.

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