There was a time when Amber was drawing a person every day. He once said that if you look at a person's photo and carefully trace his facial features, you will fall in love with him more and more - isn't this romantic enough?
So, when the person in the painting appeared, everything was over. No wonder I feel so familiar when I see that person, no wonder I think of Amber, no wonder I have the feeling that this is the end of it. Everything became very clear. The only puzzling thing is that I actually know Amber so well, better than I know me, better than he knows him.
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