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He wanted to work on the painting, but he didnt know what to do next. The big empty space in the canvas looked up at him all wide. The brush loomed above a selection of paints and hues, but it stayed dry. He started to sweat. The painting had to be finnished. Like a shotgun wedding he was married to it. Licking his dry lips, he dipped the brush into the paint, and made a long stroke on the empty portion of the canvas. The red showed like blood, and he started to panic. The painting was now dieing. Franticly he worked to remove the wound from his painting but he could not cover up the red. He tried to hide it by making the rest of the painting bolder to draw the eye. Everything was bland and his efforts were futile. All anyone would see was the giant red gash in the middle of his painting. He turned around and smiled. Job well done.