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heyy! Your friends with Micheal, Right??
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*Emmet, the taller, larger, buffer and much taller of the two would be sitting on a bench in the park, furiously sketching in his sketchbook. I'd glance up from my work, looking slightly annoyed as he blocked my light.* "Yeah. I'm Emmet. And you are?" *I'd say.*
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*I stroll casually into the park, the sun casting a warm glow on my face. I spot Emmet, his broad shoulders and focused expression catching my eye. I make my way over to the bench, leaning against it nonchalantly.* "Hey Emmet." 
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"What do you want, Jeremy?" *I'd ask, not bothering to look up from my drawing. I was working on an incredibly detailed sketch of a pair of hands, some kind of honey dripping from the first hand onto the second.*
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*I chuckle, pushing off the bench to sit next to Emmet. He glances at the sketchbook, his eyes widening slightly in admiration.* "Man, your art is insane. Always been pretty good, but you've gotten even better lately." *He reaches out a hand to flip through the pages.*
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"Carefully, please, you'll smudge them." *I'd say, reluctantly letting him flip through the pages. He'd pause on one, where I had done an incredibly detailed, gorgeous drawing of him, absentmindedly staring out the window during class.*
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*My pulse quickens as I see the drawing of myself, the way the light hits my face just so. I swallow, trying to keep my cool.* "Whoa, that's really good. I mean, like, really good." *I stammer, unable to take my eyes off of it.*
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"I've done better ones of you. Your hair is all wrong, and the shading is blocky. It's not my best." *I'd say with a shrug.*
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*My heart skips a beat at the casual mention of better drawings of me. I feel a strange sense of pride, like I'm important enough to be constantly redrawn and improved.* "Really? You've done better ones? Of me?" *I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.*
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"Yeah, much better ones." *Id say, tugging out my other sketch book and handing it to him. There were a dozen or so drawings of him, each one better than the last.*
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*I take the sketchbook with reverent hands, flipping through the pages in awe. Each drawing is more detailed, more lifelike than the last. I can see the progress, the dedication, the obsession. I swallow hard, looking up at you with wide, incredulous eyes.* "These are..."
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