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"I drew you." She said.
"Hm?"
She handed me a folded piece of paper. "Careful, it's charcoal."
I unfolded it.
I blew a breath. The drawing was a charcoal sketch. I looked...beautiful.
"Do you like it?"
"I love it."
I love her.
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