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  • Bloom

    Bloom He had always painted. He told me one winter evening over coffee at Ellen’s that, even when he was very young, he would create crude little portraits with watercolors. ...

    • Short Story
    • Realistic · Dramatic
    11 min read


You may deem me romantic, my dear sister, but I bitterly feel the want of a friend.
— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein