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"When was this painted?" Antoine wrinkled his nose. "I’m not even in it."
"A travesty that. I think we both were out," Grantaire supplied, tilting his head this way and that. "I don’t recognize the model, do you?"
"Isn’t that you up there?" Antoine wondered aloud, pointing at the rather tragic figure in the top corner. "And I am almost certain that model is a man that the artist added breasts to."
"No. We were off getting testing wine in the north, don’t you remember? It’s no surprise if you don’t. You were very drunk." Grantaire leaned forward towards the canvas. "I think that Bernard. He always did have feminine hips, didn’t he?"
"Hush, you’ll make me jealous."