Rendition of an artist

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Amber Mikelson Hot and cold, that is how Ian made me feel. And surprisingly I was getting used to it. He did some things that made me heart race and other things just made me snap at him. Out of all the weird things in the world, he made me feel warm. Does it make sense? Maybe it doesn’t but whatever it is not like we were best of friends or even colleagues that his behaviour will bother me. But her was there every day, without missing, without tardiness ; at the cafe. Had he been a regular before I joined in? No, Josephine and Terian confirmed he never came unless it was with the band. Then why did he come here daily? Then why did sometimes my eyes meet his amber ones ? Then why did he tell me about the name he liked to be called, it seems even Marc didn’t knew it. Call me optimist,

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