Episode 28 | Pj Baldwin

Episode 28 | Pj Baldwin

I wished I was her in High School.

Pj has been following my project for a while and I drew her because of my I WILL WRITE YOU project, where I'm writing short fiction about the illustrations. There's a story brewing in my head about this image.


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