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Melissa popped open the clattery little Rotring tin. Pencils, putty rubber, scalpel. She sharpened a 3B, letting the curly shavings fall into the wicker bin, then paused for a few seconds, finding a little place of stillness before starting to draw the flowers. Art didn't count at school because it didn't get you into law or banking or medicine. It was just a fluffy thing stuck to the side of Design and Technology, a free A level for kids who could do it, like a second language, but she loved charcoal and really good gouache, she loved rolling sticky black ink on to a lino plate and heaving on the big black arm of the Cope press, the quiet and those big white walls.Mark Haddon
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Water purling between the rocks, weed under the surface like green hair in the wind.Mark Haddon
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Maybe it was the heart which punished one with such exquisite accuracy.Mark Haddon
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...companionship refused is worse than loneliness.Mark Haddon