The Painting Jumper
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When I was little, I used to paint for fun. Every day, I'd drag the stool from the kitchen to my room, in front of the shelves to reach my special box. I'd grab the sheet of plastic, lay it down on the living room floor so I didn't make a mess. I used to run up the stairs to grab a piece of paper from the printer and take it downstairs and put it on top of the plastic and open my box filled with paints. I used to paint for fun, but now my life relies on it.
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