Chapter Thirteen: Me and Him

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Elena “I've never had someone talk about my work like this.” “Not everyone treasures or appreciates quality work,” Russo remarked. His words hit me hard; I blinked a few times. That was nice of him to say.I swallowed and took the book in my arms when he was done with it. “Just in case you need a model to complete the drawing I unintentionally peeked at—I am available.” Did he just joke? Russo stood up and went back to his seat, silently sipping his drink until dawn. ♤♤♠︎♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♠︎♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♠︎♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♠︎♤♤♤ [2 Days Later] What did I say about hating Christmas? It isn't all fun and happy moments. Christmas is a reminder of everything I've never experienced—happy moments with people I wanted to be with. Right now, I pretend to love Christmas because of my daughter, Nera. But no—my new ‘hu

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