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She watched the black paint spread, taking over and creating that ominous feeling. It seemed to take on a life of its own as it slid down the canvas. She delighted in the effect the black had on her painting. The painting, like herself, had been a source of joy and light once. Now, both had gone cold, masked beneath a dark exterior. As a girl, her favorite color had been purple. Purple was bright and happy – not quite as cliched as pink, but girly nonetheless. Color was often a subtle way in which she expressed herse
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