(But there's always work...)
A. He was outside attempting to paint some eyes on a statue for me my children bought me for Mother's Day, and I don't want anything that doesn't have eyes. He put the eyes on her, and when I went out to look at it, it would startle anyone what he drew on her face.
Q. What was it?
A. It was the eyes, they looked maniacal. He didn't see that. "What the hell is wrong with you?" His almost every move troubled me. I followed him with my eyes. I was scared inside my heart. I had to observe him.
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