Lexi Thompson's hands moved with a life of their own, the paintbrush dancing across the canvas in bold, sweeping strokes. She was lost in the zone, the music pounding in her ears, the colors blending together in a vibrant explosion of creativity.This was her happy place – the place where she could let go of all her worries and just be. The place where she could express herself, where she could let her true self shine.As she painted, Lexi felt the tension melting away from her shoulders, the stress of the day dissipating like magic. She was a free spirit, a wild child, and this was her art – the art of chaos, of color, of life.Just as she was getting into the groove, Lexi's phone buzzed with an incoming text. She groaned in frustration, not wanting to break the spell. But she knew she had to answer it – it might be her agent, or her best friend, or maybe even a potential buyer for her art.Lexi wiped her hands on a rag and picked up her phone, squinting at the screen. It was her bes
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