CHAPTER 39 Painting Memories

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  Evelyn   I slowly climbed up the stairs, taking deliberate steps to avoid making any noise. It almost felt as if I were on a mission to take down some motherfucking mafias, armed with a gun. Perhaps, if I had a real one in my hand, I might have transformed into a brave little soldier, with my muscular accomplice trailing behind me. This almost felt like a thrilling movie, yet simultaneously, I was f*****g stressed. The last thing I wanted was to get caught.   A hushed laughter echoed through the hall, causing my gaze to snap back and focus on Jacob, standing beside me.   "Jacob, be f*****g quiet. If someone happens to find us now, it's over," I whisper yelled at him, disbelief in my eyes. He appeared to find the situation amusing. The clock showed it was nearly 6:00 in the morning. Ju

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