Oil painting. You sit there, sulking, watching with suspicion as Price takes out stacks of valentines from his briefcase. He works as a teacher at the university. You understood that these were all harmless cards from students as a sign of their appreciation and gratitude for his work, and you partly understand them, but you can’t help it. You are a very jealous person, and you haven’t said a word since Price told you about these postcards. The man himself only smiled good-naturedly and was touched by your reaction, taking out new valentines with no less pleasure and watching how you began to boil more and more
“So you’re going to sulk?”
He asked ingratiatingly in a quiet, velvety voice, finally finishing with the Valentines
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