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they had trudged through the entrance of the rather massive bedroom, two paint cans hanging from their fingertips on each hand, which had transformed into a vermilion colour.

no paint brushes were in sight. it was merely them and the paint cans.

they stood there.

suddenly, they had set one paint can on the concrete floor, and opened the lid of the other; revealing the paint colour of pitch black. slowly, they dipped their fingertips into the paint, and began painting the plain white walls,

some black fingerprints here and there.

then, it was as if something had just clicked.

dramatically, they picked up the can, and splattered the black all over. it covered bits and splashes of the wall. this process repeated until they took a step back, admiring their work.

all four walls were a black and not a speck of white was to be seen.

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