“Are you serious?” Bree asked me as I took the laptop from under the passenger seat and came back to the table. “You’re going to paint it here?”
I shrugged, unzipping the bag. “If you can give me a good description of it, yes,” I told her, and then patted the bench beside me with a very distant, vague memory of making a similar motion to Gemma last night. I pushed that thought aside as I pulled my laptop out and opened it.
From Chapter Fourteen of Under My Skin, a novel about a person’s struggle with her gender and sexuality.
NOTES: Picture of reference has been used here.
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