“It didn’t happen with my parents,” she said with a shrug. ‘At least not with each other,’ she thought in silence. She smiled as he aided her, going to tuck the painting and easel in a corner to dry so she could work on it later. “Besides, I’m sort of a black sheep. I just sort of… Never believed it.”
“Don’t you know that black get love more quickly than the norm? We tend to be ourselves so people like that more, we are more…honest..” HE smiled at her, trying to get her to not feel bad about being the odd one in her family. “And think about it, you have something your parents dont…your soulmate.”
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