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By Abigail Harvey
Right. Get your backside in gear, Ink. Paint something. Anything.
Maybe the answer’s in the fridge. I check the fridge. It’s not in the fridge. I close the fridge.
I pick up a spraycan. It’s ‘Summer Sky Azure’, apparently. Paint names are weird, aren’t they? Imagine having that job, just sitting around naming colors. “Oh, yes, this is the exact shade of my arm at night—I think I’ll call it ‘Moonlit Elbow’.”
Maybe the answer appeared in the fridge while I was thinking about paint names. I check the fridge. It’s not in the fridge. I close the fridge.
I pick up another can. Man, there’s a lot of cans. Who could possibly work in all this mess? I’d better organize my space. I should probably arrange all these paints in alphabetical order. That’ll sort me out.
Maybe the answer’s in the fridge.