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Suddenly, he's having a hard time sitting still. Concentration is impossible. He draws a lot. He doesn't finish anything. What he does do is draw Laurence a lot, lingering over the lines of his face. Some of the drawings are more successful than others. Sprawled on one of the chairs on the porch outside the hut they share, he all but growls at himself.
He tears the page out. He starts again.
He tears the page out. He starts again.
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"Maybe I just need to get to know him better," he says finally, "so I can offer you better advice. But maybe you don't want him to know that I know. Maybe you don't want him to know anything about us? I don't want to make things worse."
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But at least he finds a smile.