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Who is this sassy lost child
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Jae's legs buckled, sending him and Asha to the floor, jolting his good knee painfully and leaving his splinted leg awkwardly splayed. Some part of him realized that Isabel and the girl who must have been her accomplice were gone and noticed the thud of Dorothy hitting the floor behind him, but he couldn't tear his focus away from Asha's limp body.

"Asha, fuck- Don't-" He grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her. "Don't fucking do this to me, do you hear me!? Don't-" His voice cracked and Asha's head lolled back too far and there was so much blood on his clothes and his hands and his face and even if she had been able to respond it probably would have only come out as a gurgle-

Jae's entire body shuddered, bile welling up in his throat. He dry heaved, doubling over as he gagged. He had to catch himself on one hand, gasping, eyes stinging. "Asha-"

She was gone. Right in front of him, almost close enough to touch, and he still hadn't had a chance to even say goodbye. The realization sapped his remaining strength to hold himself up. He sank down, curling around Asha as his vision blurred.

This wasn't happening. This wasn't happening. This wasn't happening. This wasn't happening.
"Art enriches the community, Steve, no less than a pulsing fire hose, or a fireman beating down a blazing door. So what if we're drawing a nude man? So what if all we ever draw is a nude man, or the same nude man over and over in all sorts of provocative positions? Context, not content! Process, not subject! Don't be so gauche, Steve, it's beneath you."
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