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... vivid. It felt almost real. As if it had happened. As if it could happen.
She shook her head, cheeks burning now. Her fingers had stilled on the keyboard, and she realized she hadn’t typed a single word since sitting down. Not one.
Another image.
This time he was painting.
The light from their living room window spilling over his shoulder as he sat by the easel, brush in hand, completely absorbed in his work. Except instead of canvas, it was her. Her face. Her fe ...
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