“I want to see your art.” She opened her mouth, then hesitated. “That’s a key,” he noted, and she rolled her eyes. “I just don’t have any,” she said. “I haven’t done anything in ages. Years.” “Not even a sketch?” “Not even a sketch,” she said, shaking her head. “Haven’t had time.” A lie.
My life and a convsrsation ive had so many times
