Paint me a heart
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I bit my lip and tried to steady my hand, while I was painting a ray of light over the lake.
“Yeah, I sensed that,” I pointed.
“Why don’t you two fix this, so our band won’t suffer from it?”
“Your band? What do you mean?” I turned to look at Josh, surprised.
“He is our songwriter. If he is sad--we get sad songs.” Josh stated, while playing with a stick in the dirt.
“Oh, you can’t really blame me for this!” I rolled my eyes at his futile effort.
“Yeah, well, all I am saying is that, you should try to fix this.” He got up from the tree, where he was sitting for the last few minutes, and prepared to go. “And I think that, you should try to do something about your amazing painting skills.”
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