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... easels.
Zephany took a sip of coffee and quietly sat down. For a while, she just stared at the blank canvas. Then, slowly, her fingers began to move. Soft brush strokes. A round shape. Curly fur.
She started to smile.
It was a poodle.
Kendrick glanced over and let out a breath of relief. He picked up his own brush and began to paint beside her. His poodle looked less fluffy, more dramatic. Slightly lopsided, but expressive. Very Kendrick.
They didn’t say m ...
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