One night a man who smells like mouthwash and
January 22, 2009aftershave takes you away on a car ride.
January 22, 2009He says he is your father. He takes you
January 22, 2009away from the painting you’re working
January 22, 2009on and you never see it again. You
January 22, 2009can still picture it, in every
January 22, 2009detail. You still know the
January 22, 2009exact brush stroke that
January 22, 2009needs to be made next.
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