Nate attempted to ignore the men and finish his drink. He took another sip until drops of water seem abided. He push the cup aside, laid his forehead on his arm and let his mind get lost in the sea of noises surrounding him. Despite how pissed those old pricks made him, they did have a point. Throughout his whole life he had everything handed to him, even stuff he didn't want. The usher position for the Dartmouth representative, the internship for that closeted mayor of New York and don't forget getting into Yale with just one phone call from his grandfather. Instead of saying no or respectfully declining those offers, he just went along the currents thrashing against him. Along with his obedience, all he had to do was one thing-act like a painting. Be an object admired from afar and up close, be perfect at every angle, and make those who see you poison themselves with envy. People will question you; ask whose the artist, what was their inspiration, what instruments help create this fine art, etc. You'll never say a word. You'll
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Along with his obedience, all he had to do was one thing-act like a painting. Be an object admired from afar and up close, be perfect at every angle, and make those who see you poison themselves with envy. People will question you; ask whose the artist, what was their inspiration, what instruments help create this fine art, etc. You'll never say a word. You'll ( ... )
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