Adrian was painting again! When I saw the finished work I clapped my hands with glee and demanded that he hang it in a prominent spot. He looked up at me from his easel, laughed, and said, “You’re not like most girls, you know.” He might be right — who knows? who cares? — but if you can’t enjoy giant pop flamethrower art then you’re no friend of mine.

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