[He pulled out the piece of paper, unfolding it and laying it flat and looking at it. And just staring. Still staring. He'd never had anyone actually draw him before, never really seen how someone else might see him. Even with all the colors, it was... kind of awesome.]
Wow, Rachel. This is...
This is going up on the fridge. I mean it.
[And that piece of paper was getting gently pulled straight and lifted to be set over on one of the side tables. No, Rachel, that wasn't going back in the book and it wasn't getting tucked away.]
Could you do one of my dad? Maybe of Scott?
[Because he'd love to have pictures of them up as well.]
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Wow, Rachel. This is...
This is going up on the fridge. I mean it.
[And that piece of paper was getting gently pulled straight and lifted to be set over on one of the side tables. No, Rachel, that wasn't going back in the book and it wasn't getting tucked away.]
Could you do one of my dad? Maybe of Scott?
[Because he'd love to have pictures of them up as well.]