𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙡𝙖𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙨 & 𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙢𝙚 [𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚] 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚. 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚 & 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙩.
[(𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 )] 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨. 𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚 & 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙞𝙧, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙧𝙮 [𝙛𝙤𝙧] 𝙪𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚.
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A Queens ailments has led her to take a lowly painter into her home.
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