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“How did you know I had the dog here?”“I saw you taking it out of the alley, honestly. If you hadn’t arrived before me, I would have grabbed it myself.”Cali smiled in total defeat.Mr. Timothy then reached out and then held her shoulder. He was looking at her when he spoke with a small smile, “You did the right thing. Even though you are terrible at hiding things, you still have the dog food right there.”Cali was still not sure what happened, but one thing was for sure, at least Mr. Timothy was not mad at her, right?With her confused expression, Mr. Timothy laughed, and then he pointed to the place in her apartment where she had forgotten the dog food.“Good job. Next time you talk to me, it will be easier,” he said teasingly.And smiling, he withdrew. That was a sign to learn that not everything is what it seems.Cali was shocked, and everything that had happened today drastically changed her perspective.She calmly lay down on the bed to think about what she could do, but nothin
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People were not sure what it was about, but rumors said that it was a gang war that was raging in the streets.Who the hell is going to start a war in the middle of a pandemic? Things got out of control fast, and she immediately ignored that news. It was perhaps the worst thing to watch at the times of already surviving society.She could not comprehend how this type of person was even doing these things at the worse time. In contrast, as the day went by, she saw a movie with Samuel, the photographer. They both saw it in their house, and they commented on several things, not that it was usual, but it was an entertaining experience.The pandemic’s good thing is that one did not need to make excuses if one did not want to see a person. Everyone was a bit obsessed with the sky and video calls. But she really couldn’t understand how much they would have to talk. No one was doing anything. Everyone was at home about what they might want to tell each other.As the movie progressed, Samuel
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And everything with him would be fine from now on. He, like her, had been through so much that believing that things were working out with him was a source of hope.She then looked at the photo for a long time, and then she could not help but let out a wide smile.Cali then thought that maybe one day she could have her own dog.Calmly she got up to lean out the window. Cali then looked at Samuel’s apartment for a while. She was staring at it as if waiting for him, but she knew deep down that he was not there.She blew out some air, and then she looked in all directions, and something on the street caught her attention.A lucky man had a box and was taking it back to the alley where the little boy had been abandoned. She could not believe it, again someone did the same thing in that place, what happened to people? They did not understand that dogs have feelings.She found herself talking like the supermarket lady, and Cali went down to the street with indignation. She wasn’t quite sure
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“Dear God, Aston! I am beginning to think of your plan to dethrone the devil as the prince of darkness. This place is as dark as the vanta black and as cold as the devil’s heart,” Steve said suddenly at the moment he entered Aston’s room.Unbuttoning his blazer, he sat on the only vacant chair in the room facing the rather unfazed Aston, “Need I remind you that the world—outside this abode of yours—is still beautiful and would be delighted to be graced with your presence.”For the first time since Steve entered Aston’s room, he turned his gaze away from the slightly opened window where he’s spent most of his time peeking out into the universe of form to look at the only person who seemed to understand him better than anyone else.“Have you ever felt the world is against you? That even mother nature laughs at your misfortune?” Aston said with a pallid and toneless quality to his voice.He walked away from the window where he had been standing for what seemed like forever to take a seat
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He didn’t talk to anyone, and he didn’t let anyone in except, of course, Steve.At that time, Steve had spare keys to Aston’s house, and every room in the houseSteve walked behind Aston, giving him a comforting squeeze on his shoulder. “I need you back, man. We all need you back.”He sat back on his seat, resting his upper body weight on the table. “What if we find you another muse? It’s not impossible.”At that, Aston’s ears perked up, and he felt he wanted to hear what his friend had to say.“How about we enroll you in an art class, eh? Eh?’ Your interest and love for art steamed from your first art class in primary school, so what if it’s going to work the second time?” Steve supplied.Aston wondered what his friend was on about. He was a professional artist who painted realistic paintings, so why in the world would he enroll in an art class?!He should be the one teaching art students. Obviously, Steve must be joking or possibly high on something.“You are joking, right?” Aston a
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“Hmm,” he responded groggily, still unaware of where he was or who was talking to him.Stella didn’t know what to do. Should she drive him home or take him to her place?She wanted a night of fun, but she knew she couldn’t just leave Aston there. So much for a night of fun, she thought.With much struggle, she was able to get Aston into her car and drive him to her place.She took him to her room and threw him on the bed, struggling to catch her breath after the entire energy-draining job she had just done.Aston weighed almost double her own weight, and she experienced the occasional loss of breath while getting him into her car, into her apartment, and up into her room.She stood there, taking in the piece of art that sprawled out on the bed. If only he would just notice her; if only he would just see her as a woman and not just his agent.She longed for his touch; she longed to be with him, but he never saw her even though she had been loyal to him in every way.‘’Sasha,” he murmur
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He remembered what happened the first and last time he was there, and he dreaded the thought of it happening again.“Oh no. I brought my car, so I’ll drive home. Thank you for dinner.” With that, she turned around and strutted out of the restaurant leaving behind a confused Aston.Aston stood in front of the huge building with ‘CENTRAL ART ACADEMY’ written boldly in blocks.He never thought he’d have to attend art classes after his secondary school, but here he was again, enrolled to be a student again.He contemplated turning around to go home, but he knew Steve would have his head, so, with one last heavy sigh, he walked into the building.“Well, hello. Don’t just stand there. C’mon in,” Mrs. Michael said, smiling at the young man standing awkwardly by the class door. She then added while looking at him, “Just sit anywhere you’d be comfortable, and let’s begin the class.”Feeling all eyes on him, he walked to an empty space far away from everyone else.Yes, he knew he was supposed t
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“Well then, you two, get along!” She ordered, giving them a glance. She then before adjusting her glasses on the bridge of her nose and focused on the files on her desk.Still confused about how to approach the other student, Aston watched as she stood up and approached him.“Hi, I’m Dorothy,” she said, extending her hand for a handshake.“I’m Aston,” he responded, accepting the handshake and looking up at her face for the first time, and Aston felt his heart skip a beat again in years, making him confused even further. Her face held an amused expression, with her eyes twinkling in excitement.“Lovely to finally meet you, Aston. How about we get started?” She suggested while looking at him with anticipation. Her voice still had an excitement evident, although somewhat subtle.For the umpteenth time, Aston was confused again. He could not help but think to himself. Finally, meet me? Whatever she meant by that.“Oh yeah, right,” he finally said, standing up from his seat, and the pair b
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