Status: The chapters in this story are suppost to be short so don't complain that they aren't "proper chapters"

Loverman

Him

She had seen all my shows. People think that I want to be recognised for my work, even admired. That was true at first. These days I prefer to be anonymous. Without having to answer to anyone.
At the time, I was dried up, blank. Not drepressed, not in a Vincent Van Gogh state, just blank. I would like to start all over again.
I asked her what her impressions were. To jot them down. To keep a record.
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