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Abel: I stormed out of my house after another heated argument with my girlfriend about some stupid shit. I sat down on the front porch and sighed heavily as I ran a hand over my face.
"I'm so fucking tired of all this arguing." I mumbled to myself as I lit a blunt. "I wish her ass would just go back home already."
My girlfriend Lexi and I were in a long distance relationship, she lived in New York and I lived in Toronto and since we lived so far apart, she didn't trust me. She swore up and down that I was talking to other women or cheating when I wouldn't answer her calls but in actuality, I was just busy. Being in art school took up most of my time and when I wasn't in class, I was working on my projects. And that's exactly what set her off. She saw one of my most recent drawings of a woman and flipped out. She accused me of fucking whoever the drawing was of then tore it up, which really pissed me off since I had spent days working on it. I told her I didn't know who the woman was and I just made her up but that was a lie.
It was really a drawing of my neighbor Indy. She was beautiful, ethereal even, and I couldn't help but to use her as a muse for my art work sometimes. But her and I had never messed around, I didn't even have feelings for her like that, I just thought she was gorgeous.
"Hey Abel."
I heard someone say my name and when I looked up Indya was standing there.
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"Hey Indy."
She asked. "You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm alright. What's up?"
"Well you know how I'm going to LA soon?"
"Yeah."
"Well I need some more pictures for my portfolio so I thought I'd ask one of the best photographers in Toronto."
"Lamar?"
"No." She rolled her eyes. "You, stupid."
"Ooh, well I'm not that great of a photographer but I'd love to do a shoot with you."
"Great! Are you available later? Around seven thirty?"
"Yeah, I should be."
"Alright, I'll text you the address of the studio we can shoot at."
