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Post by rachael elizabeth dare on Jul 17, 2011 9:52:28 GMT -7
Rachael arrived at arts and crafts. She hadn't painted in such a long time for fear that The Oracle might paint those strange pictures again. She went to the cabinets gathered some supplies for herself. Paints, brushes, a palette, a glass of water, and a canvas. Walking over to an empty easel she set all her things down, and began to squeeze the gloppy paint out of the tube and onto the palette.
When she was ready she picked up her brush, and took a deep breath. OK you, She said speaking to the Oracle, You better not decide to give a prophecy right now because I'm about to enjoy something that I haven't enjoyed in a long time because of you, Got it?? No answer. The oracle never answered her. Rachael rolled her eyes and dipped the brush into the paint, transferring the paint onto the canvas in one long smooth stroke. Rachael waited, nothing happened. She grinned and continued her work. |
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