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Post by calliefan234 on Jul 29, 2012 21:56:31 GMT -5
I ran my hand through dark curly hair. He seemed lost in thought, so I went back to quietly flipping through my art journel. Hundreds of sketches of horses and people filled the pages. I stopped at a blank page and began quietly sketching a bookshelf in front of me.
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Post by calliefan234 on Jul 29, 2012 22:01:35 GMT -5
I see the scar on his back, but don't comment. I didn't want to delve into his deep dark secrets at all, so I keep sketching the bookshelf.
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Post by calliefan234 on Jul 29, 2012 22:10:09 GMT -5
I smile and nod, and was about to say something when he started spacing out again. I felt kinda awkward, and just stared down at my sketchbook.
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Post by calliefan234 on Jul 29, 2012 22:29:20 GMT -5
"its ok." I said, but still uncomfortable. I shifted in my chair and I closed my sketchbook. "Yeah, Ive been drawing since i was 3."
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Post by calliefan234 on Jul 30, 2012 11:01:54 GMT -5
Ok. Now it got really awkward. He basically delved a deep medical issue to me, and I haven't even got to know him. "Oh, um, sorry." I put my books in my bags and stood up giving him a half smile. "Um, I have to go eat lunch before my next class. I'll see you later." I gave him an awkward 2-finger wave, then spun on my heels and walked out of the library.
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Post by calliefan234 on Jul 31, 2012 8:04:02 GMT -5
Before I left, I turned to him, shifting my bags. "I won't tell anyone." I say, before walking out of the library.
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