He Left Me Alone

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There was always something amusing about him painting. I learned the way he moved his hands over his hair when he got frustated about his painting. He really looked frustated.

Or the way his lips were muttering some words. Soundless. But I was sure he was swearing.

He always had paint on his hands, and face.

Some times during the class, he would turn to me and just smiled. I smiled back.