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The masterpiece?
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The painting was yellowed with rounded edges. It was a masterpiece and it was lying in my hand. Wait, have I stolen it? I don't remember. Where was I last? How did I even get here? Oh, I know. This must be a dream. Isn't that how dreams work? I know you can't tell me, since you're just part of my subconscious. But now that I'm thinking about it, there might be some questions I can ask. How did you get here? Are you sure you remember? What day is it? When did you arrive at the museum? And where did you get that painting?! I should call the guards! I looked down to find a painting that was yellowed with rounded edges. It was a masterpiece and it was lying in my hands. I looked up, but I was gone...
The painting was yellowed with rounded edges. It was a masterpiece and it was lying in my hand. Wait, have I stolen it? I don't remember. Where was I last? How did I even get here? Oh, I know. This must be a dream. Isn't that how dreams work? I know you can't tell me, since you're just part of my subconscious. But now that I'm thinking about it, there might be some questions I can ask. How did you get here? Are you sure you remember? What day is it? When did you arrive at the museum? And where did you get that painting?! I should call the guards! I looked down to find a painting that was yellowed with rounded edges. It was a masterpiece and it was lying in my hands. I looked up, but I was gone...
