42: The Artist In Kat

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“I don't know, but you are my home, my most comfortable place, and my refuge, Sharon. Why would I be homesick?” Sharon swallowed her breath and shook the thought off. She let the water engulf her body, and she has succumbed into calmness. They were lucky enough that the heater was still in a good condition when they have arrived in this house. Or else, they would either be freezing or be sticky throughout their week-long stay. Kat's words from earlier that morning has never left her mind. In spite of trying to think of things, she it still comes back to haunt her and take her down. It has been a few hours now and she can't still figure out why she herself was acting so odd in a simple statement that didn't even sound so serious. Sharon hasn't spoken to Kat again after that conversa

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