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love. Reduced to a "pretty tri

han let it happ

s the f

left of Leo. Not

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dignity. The pri

like blo

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it, a sh

gone.

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ving New York and Eth

new canvas.

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blur of desolate lands

tance between me and the w

l distance? That

elt heavy in my bag, a co

as also

as sprawling,

o meant rejections.

have something to

d again. Pa

bare room. I bou

ney went to that. To s

h brushstroke infused with a ne

ll there, but darke

more frag

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singly. My new, raw w

ere I met

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with a quiet streng

dows in my wor

t push. H

mentor. Th

takingly, love be

ent kind

, desperate

built on respect, on share

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een hurt. He h

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d it "hauntin

cognition. Small sho

part of me, but it

uele

hile,

note. He fou

uld have discove

t. R

, years later, used when he finally, briefly,

know he'd found

Isabelle, the PI had

ctional. The

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ed looking for

oklyn studio. The gir

ttoo. "S.M." O

t, burnin

of justice

the lives of those who h

friend. Financial ruin

. Social ostracization

otaged parts of th

' s father' s more

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t it was

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ad driven him to aband

er und