The Artist
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Vincent, he was happy for once. Painting, drawing, being who he wanted to be. Everything was normal, until she wrote in his notebook.
Ferryn, it was just another summer at Mons for her. Another boring, uneventful summer. Everything was exactly the way it should be, until he wrote in her notebook.
It was just a normal notebook. Or they thought it was.
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A modern twist on the life of Vincent Van Gogh.
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