INT. ART SCHOOL CLASSROOM – NIGHT

Art class

When I walked to the toilet yesterday I passed a woman at the shared washing up sink. She was cleaning brushes. Not just a few of them, loads of them. A closer look revealed that she had a small cart filled with glasses with brushes, and palettes filled with paint. I walked on.

But then my brain started working and it said to me:
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INT. ART SCHOOL CLASSROOM – NIGHT

Oh! Wait a minute!

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