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A little while later, Charles whispered, "My soulmate's an amazing artist."
Max almost choked in surprise. He turned to Charles again and Charles was leaning back in his chair, squinting into the telescope, which was pointed right up above him.
"Yeah?" Max managed to say.
Charles put down the telescope and nodded. "I used to get these really nice flowers on my skin. And really beautiful, intricate patterns. I loved them. I took them as little gifts from my soulmate to me."
"That's nice," Max smiled. He hadn't imagined it would make him so happy that Charles liked his little skin drawings.
"They've stopped, though." Charles absentmindedly ran his fingers over his arm. "I don't know why. Maybe they got busy. I hope they're fine."
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16 Jul 2023

