Art Class
By MarcLuterian. [google-translator] I arrived at Miss Summer house around mid-morning on Saturday. I took a breath and nervously knocked at the door. After a short while, I heard the lock turn, and Miss Summers opened the door. “Hello Michael, do come in.” She stepped back, and I entered her hallway and waited for her to close the door. “Come along,” she said as she walked past me. I followed her through into her open plan lounge and dining room.
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