It is almost 11 at night, and my heart is racing. There is a strange rhythm in my body, a nervous hum that erupts in a burst of energy, carrying me on the waves of the violent music echoing in my ears. For the last hour, I have been shaping the final stages of a painting, russian music in the background as the silver and blue shapes rise from the
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-Lee (the girl)
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