my father was a painter
"Oh, you've grown so much!" the stranger in front of me exclaims. A middle-aged woman, mesmerised by the fact that I, an adolescent human being, had in fact grown in size. Shocker.
"You were just a baby when I last saw you!"
I'd never seen her before in my life.
"Your father and I go way back," she continues.
"You look so much like him."
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