"do you want to paint a shirt? is that what you just pulled out of your bag?" lauren asked her, glancing over her shoulder. "and i think that's a mockingbird, and it never leaves," she noted, referring to a horribly annoying songbird tweeting in the alleyway.
stine held a crumpled up v-neck in her hand and shook her head. "no, i'm going to paint - i have a canvas, and i have a painting in my head. and i'm afraid of spray paint. but what i need, i need... i need nick abrams."
lauren didn't acknowledge her friend's last statement, but intstead kept rambling about the mockingbird. that was okay, because it seemed like the mockingbird matched the rhythym of the afternoon, and this iron & wine song that was playing on pandora, but all stine could think about was her painting with straight lines, piles of toothpicks, and a tiny boat and a tiny house.
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