picasso
Mack gives me a fresh crayon, a yellow one, and ten pieces of paper. “Time to earn your keep, Picasso,” he mutters.
I wonder who this Picasso is. Does he have a tire swing like me? Does he ever eat his crayons?
I know I have lost my magic, so I try my very best. I clutch the crayon and think.
I scan my domain. What is yellow?
A banana.
I draw a banana. The paper tears, but only a little.
I lean back, and Mack picks up the drawing. “Another day, another scribble,” he says. “One down, nine to go.”
What else is yellow? I wonder, scanning my domain.
I draw another banana. And then I draw eight more.
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Книжный Бот
Свежие любовные романы в удобных форматах
Любовные романы
О психологии, саморазвитии и личностном росте
Саморазвитие
Детективы и триллеры, все новинки
Детективы
Фантастика и фэнтези, все новинки
Фантастика
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