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Tiny Fiction:
They gave me only ten minutes to solve the paint mystery. This was my test. The dried drips of paint were annoying none but the most annoyable but somehow this triviality had become important. I felt a drop of wet on my head and my hand instinctively went to the spot. There, on my hand, was sticky, wet, dark pink paint.


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