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"If we get arrested, it's your fault," he muttered, following closely behind his best friend. The abandoned home stood over them, a skeleton of what it once was, now turned into a museum.
"We won't get arrested," they laughed, "people come here all the time." That didn't put John at ease, as he looked around, double checking that know one was following them before entering the house. The house smelled of paint and mildew, the walls covered in layers of art and slurs.
"Let's find a semi-blank wall so we can get started," Beth says, opening their large backpack and handing John a can of blue paint and taking a black one for themselves. After exploring the upper floors John found it.
"Hey Beth, I found one. There is only some swastikas on it and those more than deserve to be covered," he shouts, soon hearing Beth make it up the stairs. She stands next to him giving the wall a long look over.
They smile, "looks perfect, let's do it." Beth once again opens her bag, leaving the other multicolored paints ready for use. They start at opposite sides of the wall and slowly meet in the middle. Can after can of paint is thrown empty to the floor until finally they step back and admire their work.
"Trespassing aside, this turned out really well," John says, getting out his camera so the can later look at their art again.
"Yeah...," Beth begins, but is suddenly interrupted by the chirp of a siren. "Speaking of trespassing we need to get out of here," she finishes. They both take off, trying to get out before someone can decide to search the building, their one photograph being their only connection to their masterpiece.
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