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I miss you

JOANA'S POV

I marched straight up to her.

“What the hell is that painting about?” I demanded, my voice colder than I intended. “Why am I in it?”

She didn’t flinch. Not a blink. Not a twitch. Nothing.

She ignored me completely as she passed by. “It’s nothing,” she said flatly.

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