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      It was one of the warmer days

      in London, so Tink was able to

      leave her cardigan at home; she

      was settled under a tree, leaning

      against its trunk.

            Her feet were flat on the ground, knees

            bent, with her sketchpad settled on her

            thighs.

      Little by little, a mermaid’s tail was

      starting to appear on the paper, in

      shades of grey and black and white.

            When the tip of her pencil had started to

            create its torso, a sudden covering of the

            sun caught her attention.

      Looking up, she let out a small huff.

            ❝—— got a problem, mate?❞

     _{He carries his cloak draped over his arm; this London place is far too crowded and busy to be wearing it.  Five people had caught on it already, and most were simply irritated rather than intimidated.  This girl looks to be no different.  Standing o n l y at six feet tall, and standing, too, while she sits; oh, well.
     He barely glances at the mythical beginnings on her paper and offers, “…Could you tell me…where the nearest convenience store is…if you have such things here?”
     Voice carrying no apologetic note for interrupting [for he truly holds no remorse at all], he stands perfectly rooted to the spot.  Annoyance, at times, proves to be a better interrogation tool than pain.  ’Give me what I want, and I’ll move.’
     Even after all of this time…he still has that quiet pride in his talents.}

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