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Chapter .13.
Caught between a strong mind, and a fragile heart *** We enter my room. Lilah looks around. I blush from the embarrassment of having her look at my different sketches of the dark stranger. Almost a hundred different drawings, crude, complete, partial or whole- hang and line the wall. Covering up my other works of the mountain scene, and forest sky I had painted years ago. "Who is this?" I blush again from her question. I don't even know how to explain that he's no one. Nothing by my imagination. "Well I'm glad I came in here and not Atlas." That statement has me turning to her, sputtering out incoherent things as I try to explain. "No...it's no one, just this stranger...I mean it's not a stranger, he's not real... he's...." Lilah is staring at me as awkward silence invades the room.
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