Amanda was strolling the town. She had no aim or place to be. She subconsciously found her way to Ash's studio. Apparently she hadn't seen enough of him to make up for the lost time. Amanda approached the door quietly and stood silently. She particularly enjoyed classical music this evening. It matched the breeze against her skin. "Evening Ash."
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