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eks before to explore the Vincent Galleria Museum, one of the city's oldest and most renowned art museums. Art has consistently been my

lding's exterior left me in awe. I entered, welcomed by the subtle aroma of worn canvas and

t, and received a visitor badge. My fingertips grazed

sizes decorated the space, each narrating a tale that transcended language. Some were lively, overflowing wi

apture images of the ones that intrigued me the most. I longed to paint-

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smiled when I saw th

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ow's it going?" Timothy's warm

orner. "It's amazing, Tim. Honestly, the ticket was worth eve

ce. I'm glad you're having fun. Listen, I want you

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mall squeal.

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t, feeling more unburdened than ev

. As I went outside, the sky had dimmed a little, an indication of evening approaching

home, something

television was silent, and there was no aroma

eerily

losing the door behind me. "Mom?

hest as I entered the l

oom before going to my parents' bedroom. I knoc

ed caused my s

ad won the lottery, while my mother sat next

eeded cautiously.

ca, darling, please take a seat. We n

eyes away from me. My heart was pound

s she extended them toward mine. "Jessi

ard as if I had been

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y voice came out in a whi

ied," my father repe

y laugh. "That's

nd, and I turned to h

r eyes, but she di

r said, his voice filled with excitement. "Y

smaller like the walls were closing in

nge. He looked... proud. Like he

nd I took a loan from Shaw Enterprises years ago. We used it to r

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o, no

above a whisper. "We tried, Jessica. But

at I was hearing. "So what? You sold me

joke. "It's not like that. It's a business deal. And we're gett

scaped my throat.

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the chair screeched against the floor. "

ice sharp now. "Do you have any idea how lucky y

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lurring my vision. "No.

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