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He couldn’t believe she’d thrown it out, it was so good.
He thought about asking if he could have it, but that would have been too forward, and she didn’t know he existed anyway.
He’d seen her painting at the window, her canvas an almost perfect replica of the view.
No, tonight he would come and retrieve it from the trash, frame it and hang it on his wall.
He might not be able to look into her eyes but he could share what she’d seen through them.