Chapter 24 Daisy

N. C. Harriet 1.2k words

DAISY

The scent of paint lingers in the air as I wipe my hands on the front of my apron, half-listening to our instructor drone on about form and depth. Painting and Drawing class has never been the most exciting of my electives, but it’s a peaceful kind of boring. Predictable....

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