I used to be an artist

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Amy Jace offers to give me a tour around their house after breakfast. They own a pretty big chunk of land, and most of it is covered by woods. I just wonder why anyone would want to be surrounded by a forest. Maybe it could be the love for nature or the need to be away from the noisy town. It must have cost them a fortune. "Are your parents the ones who bought this land?" I inquire from Jace who is walking beside me. "No. I bought it," he replies. "It must have cost you a pretty sum," I say. "It did," he says with a small smile. I wonder how much more Jace owns. He must be very wealthy. Where does he get all this money? Perhaps he inherited it from his parents. "What do you do for a living?" I can't stop myself from asking this time. He looks thoughtful for a moment. "I used to be a

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