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*It was late at night, the only open window sending fresh, cool air into the room. Paintbrush was in the middle of working on a drawing they had to finish by tonight. It had been taking up a lot of their time, but they were determined to see it to the end, even if it meant staying up late. And so, they sat at their desk with their paper and art utensils laid in front of them, their phone playing some of their favorite music while they worked intently. It was rather peaceful, and the music mixed with the sounds of crickets outside soothed some of the tension in their neck and shoulders.*
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