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The ride was quick and short. Arriving at his place, Max then asked assistance from the people in the lobby to help them bring the paintings into his penthouse. Getting in his pent, Charlene carefully placed down the freshly painted canvas she was holding on the easel. Max was still busy manning the guys carrying the ones they brought from Philly, She then started gawking around. Charlene’s eyes were in awe once more. Max’s penthouse was twice or maybe thrice larger than hers. It was neat and clean. Bold and manly. It totally described his personality. The city lights were brightly shining and shimmering in front of her. Walking around, she then noticed the five familiar paintings hanging on his wall. Hundred and one percent sure it was hers. Crossing arms over her c