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Who is this sassy lost child
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Raina hugged Penelope back firmly and tried not to think about how her best friend was beginning to crack under the pressure. "Yeah, sure, we can rest a little while longer. Then let's get inside, yeah? Johnny's probably hiding out somewhere.'

She flopped back on the grass, chatted for a while, dozed. She wasn't sure how much time had passed when Penelope got back up, but it felt later. Raina sat up and ran her hands through her hair, grimacing at how greasy it was getting. She had taken her ponytail out a while ago, after it had started to hurt her head in earnest.

"Hey, wait up!" She called as Penelope took off. She waved to Ben to follow and set off after her.

((Raina Rose continued in Drawn To The Blood))
"Art enriches the community, Steve, no less than a pulsing fire hose, or a fireman beating down a blazing door. So what if we're drawing a nude man? So what if all we ever draw is a nude man, or the same nude man over and over in all sorts of provocative positions? Context, not content! Process, not subject! Don't be so gauche, Steve, it's beneath you."

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