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There are certain people in our life that are permanent. But there are also some that are, well temporary. I still haven't understood if those people come to us as a lesson or as some experience that's going to sculpt us into who we are going to be later in life. "Being rich is a luxury Miss Amber Josephine Woods, and not everyone has that. I do hope that you acknowledge this fact." "I don't need you, Mr Adrien Bernard Moreau, to tell me what to acknowledge and what not to. But as of now I fell that its you I shouldn't acknowledge." Thats how I met Mr Serious, my Mr Serious, well he wasn't serious all the time, but he was most of the time. He was like this something that just came and turned my world upside down. Everything since that moment had been him, only him. "You definitely are a piece of art Miss Amber." "Oh why thank you Sir Bernard. You aren't half bad either!." I think that's how its going to be, memories of him swimming into my mind on their own accord, something like a wave, no a tide of nostalgia, drowning me each time it hits me. "Happy Birthday Miss Amber Josephine Woods. I painted you for you. Get it? My joke?" "Thank you Mr Adrien Bernard Moreau. Take my advice, try not to joke, you're worse than my dad." It was at this moment our fate was sealed. I was forever going to be his piece of art, and he, my artist.
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