He doesn't like me. He's probably thinking, "Elissa, stop drawing me, I'm busy!"
Or he's annoyed that I switched up his getup. Sorry, D, you get a blue shirt and grey tie today, not a grey shirt and blue tie.
You're probably thinking "It's supposed to be FIGMENTS of imagination" But for me, maybe it fits better. I'm an artist, a musician, a writer, a slave to the arts. An artist uses pigments, paints brilliant pictures using words, music, paintbrushes, pencils, a computer keyboard; every image magically formed in bright technicolor.
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