Here is another format I was trying earlier, with thumbnails.
The top one is more visually accurate. And it includes our moms. You gotta paint your mom.
"I don't want to sell any of paintings," I said. "I'd sell them all," said Wes. "In a heartbeat." "You'd sell me?" I said. "I'd sell you. I'd sell my mom. I'd sell your mom." I started to laugh. "We both need the money," he went on. "We can always paint more." I began to get charmed. I realized I COULD sell almost any of them. Especially if we have the ability to make high-quality prints. Except Holly, we promised her she could keep hers. And I bet the moms want theirs.
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