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Takatsuki could feel his heart beating faster and faster inside his chest, as he rushed down the stairs, running up to the main exit. He was simply thrilled at the prospect of helping sensei out, and practicing on his drawing and painting skills everyday, after school. That man wasn't as harsh and cold hearted as he wanted everyone else to think. He was actually a gentle and caring man. And he never pushed, of forced him to do something he'd find unpleasant, unlike his dear mother an father, who just wouldn't stop nagging him, and commenting about everything they saw as unfit, undesirable...
The young man was most eager to reach his little sanctuary, his secret garden of roses, where he could be alone, and contemplate the beauty and splendor of said flowers. Once he left the school grounds, he carefully crossed the street, then took off, passing through the near by grove, for that was the secret short cut to the land of his dreams...
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