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He looked up at the man who answered the door, unsure what to say. He was unclean, he had a bad odor, and smelled of a mix of paint, and sex, yet he was oddly attracted to him. Bitting his bottom lip, he forced himself to not get distracted and to stay on tract. "Um, yes I am sir, I've admired your paintings for years, but thats not why I'm here. I'm here to answer your ad for an apprentice. Someone who can help keep your place clean, and watch you work, learning from you, in exchange for being given a place to sleep and food to eat." He wasn't sure what to say, but he hoped he was making a good impression. He didn't know what was going through the mans mind now.
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