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I don't know if it was because of growing up in an environment devoid of color, or having more sensitive eyesight than usual, or having some different part of my brain, but standing in Sabrina's room was giving me nausea and headaches. head. Lots of information and colors.

- Look. I think it wouldn't look bad if you wore the shirt you wore to training, even though I don't like wearing black I can't deny that a black piece is a wild card. With anything and for anything it's good.

- You become a stylist now? - I ask turning to her seeing her bed with several pieces of clothing.

- I like anything related to arts, fashion enters. I even think about doing it. Painting and sculpting are my passions and hobbies, my leisure, I don't want to turn this into a profession. Our hobbies are meant to help us escape routine and stress, Mom said. If our leisure becomes a duty, where would we rely on to escape reality? (...) What are your hobbies? - He asks me, rummaging through
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