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Raina did pick up Penelope's hand again quickly after it slipped out of her grasp. She squeezed tightly just like before. "I'm sorry, I'm right here, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." She was sobbing hard now, not caring who was watching or what Johnny was thinking or even if Dorothy came back to menace them once again.

She lifted Penelope's hand and cradled it close to her chest, her whole body shuddering as she cried.

Who cared if anyone else was there? Her best friend for basically her entire life was dying and the world was ending.
"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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