yellow paint.//mikey murphy

yellow paint.//mikey murphy

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"van gogh ate yellow paint because he thought it would make him happy." "maybe you're my yellow paint." aria hendrix was studying for french class in her local coffee shop on a friday afternoon. a tall boy with light brown, messy hair and big glasses walked in, along with a few other people. one of them had a huge camera, the kind that directors use for films. the boy looked over at her a few times and his heart would skip every time. her short wavy hair was beautiful and she looked so focused while working. he kept debating on if he should disrupt her work and talk to her or not... this book was inspired by michael murphy's video titled "a video for my future wife..."
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