Chapter 17

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Glock Ranch

Barn/Studio

9:56 A.M.

I couldn’t work on the collage because my mind kept racing back to the morning. I tried to wax vellum clouds onto the substrate, but I couldn’t concentrate. My mind was elsewhere, locked on Toby, and it bothered me to my core. I stood motionless, frustrated before Master/Servant. The vast collage stared at me, expressionless. I felt as if it were laughing at me about Toby, judging my bad behavior in following him. I closed my eyes, which cleared my head for a moment. But thoughts of Toby only seemed to grow stronger.