oo Doo DOO. doo Doo DOO. doo Doo DOO. Pat, Fancy, and I listen to the inevitable chiming as we hop into the little green volkswagon. Along the way to the painting lesson, she tells me how she is going to hold her pencil tightly in anticipation that a seagull might swoop to snatch it like a a french fry from her hand. I explore the riverside,
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