Dilemma
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Date created: July 10, 2012
On the morning of July 10, 2012, I noticed that my seatmate looks pretty odd. She was staring at nothingness while the rest of the class was full of life, messing around while waiting for (I think) the second period teacher. That scene was... entrancing. I wanted to paint her. Using words, that is. And so, I did. As it turns out, her beautiful, pensive expression was just caused by her sleepiness.
Dedicated to /Yvette/.
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