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There was a canvas lying on the floor, his canvas was lying on the floor. There was a canvas lying on the floor, his canvas was covered in red, painted by his blades. There was a canvas lying on the floor, his canvas was covered in blue, painted by his fists. There was a canvas lying on the floor, his canvas was ruined, and overused. He needed to get a new one, since he loved painting so much. He always had a smile on while painting his canvases.
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Apr 25, 2021
Apr 25, 2021 at 1:34 AM UTC
the canvas
There was a canvas lying on the floor, his canvas was lying on the floor. There was a canvas lying on the floor, his canvas was covered in red, painted by his blades. There was a canvas lying on the floor, his canvas was covered in blue, painted by his fists. There was a canvas lying on the floor, his canvas was ruined, and overused. He needed to get a new one, since he loved painting so much. He always had a smile on while painting his canvases.
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Apr 25, 2021
Apr 25, 2021 at 1:34 AM UTC
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