This story is also in my Portfolio: Tales told by a Bookworm Once upon a time, there was a famous artist. He decided from a very early age that women were nothing but trouble. He poured all of his energy into his artwork. One night, he started to dream about a woman. She was beautiful, and loving, and kind. He woke up with a start, wondering what the dream meant. He sat down at his sculpting station, trying to clear his head. Absentmindedly, he worked with the clay. After a while, a face started to take shape. It was lovely and feminine. Then a neck; then a torso. When he finally stepped back from his creation, it was a woman. A beautiful woman. She stared at him with kind eyes. Surprised, he almost spoke to her. Realizing that he was being foolish, he left his work station to let the figure dry. The next day, he walked into his studio. The statue stood there, smiling slightly at...
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