CHAPTER TWELVE

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And you turned the page in your sketchbook.

And now it was you.

But only a sketch.

Around you there was colors..

Life.

But you had none.

And then you spoke.

"I am in a bubble which no one can plop. I am isolated and nobody can know. I like you Jake. I like you but I can't. You would not understand. I have to go"

You had such a sweet voice. You spoke. You had a mesmerizing voice.

And I had no chance to answer.

And you left.

But your sketchbook was still on the table.

So I put it in my bag.

And I left.

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