Paintbrushes and easels

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I walk in
She looks up
She smiles kindly
My heart leaps in my chest
I sit and start to paint
Then I think
I pull out my notebook
I write in huge letters
'CAN WE HANG OUT SOME TIME?'
I wave it in the air
She looks up
She rummages in her bag and holds up a notebook, smiling sadly
'IM MORE TROUBLE THAN IM WORTH'