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By now, the halls had cleared and the next period had started. Neither of them cared, however, and a heavy silence blanketed them both. She bent down and slowly picked up the sketchbook. Her hands shook slightly as she scanned the picture. It was by far the best in his entire collection, and it was detailed enough to be mistaken for a picture. It was her, sitting in class with her left hand supporting her chin. Her lips were parted slightly and her hair curled delicately around her features. Her eyes were half-lidded and her cheeks were shaded slightly to show a blush. What surprised her them most, though, was that the curls of her hair subtl