AMERY
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"You like?" Quincy asked when he noticed how immersed I was with the drawing of me scattered across the wall of his bedroom. I don't know if I should be thankful that he did something like this for me or if I should be scared that he actually did. Both of them sounded right in my head and wrong at the same time. This was supposed to be a criminal offense called pictorial stalking. He did do it without my permission so I'm supposed to have every right to sue for this aren't I?
Hell!
Ignoring his question, I took my time to focus on each and every one of them. The details of every picture was brought to life as though it were real. I've always known Quincy to be a talented artist but this right here, was a masterpiece. An exception if you ask me.
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