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Un·as·sail·a·ble
Adjetive: unable to be attacked, questioned, or defeated.
If I could categorize our relationship in one word, it'd be un·as·sail·a·ble. Of course due to the irony of the meaning itself. We were some...
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This chapter has sexual content. Read at your own expense and all that jazz.
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I stared at the painting before me. It wasn't anything too sophisticated, but I couldn't find myself looking away.
Maybe it was because of the colors, the disposition of the brush traces, creating the most pleasant texture.
Gold, blue and white. The scene was so abstractly created, that you couldn't tell if it was the ocean, a cloud, or just nothing at all.
I've always enjoyed art. Ever since I was a little kid I would sign up for drawing classes at my school. I never managed to get a hold of it. I guess it wasn't really my thing.
Then I found the piano.
People always say that if you're a surgeon, that means you have an incredible ability with your hands. That's why most of us paint, play an instrument, knit, or even do woodwork. I haven't met any surgeon that doesn't do at least one of the above.
My mother used to knit. She was really good at it. But at some point she stopped making me sweaters, and the ones I had became too tight or too short for my body.
My gaze drifted towards the books displayed on the shelf. They were mainly about medicine, but I was surprised to find ones about physics, metaphysics, psychology, philosophy, and even some literature.
