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"I Oh boys wonder what we'll being painting tonight," Sharon said to her classmate, Hazel, as both they and oh five or six other women entered the studio of the adult art class at the local junior college boys Oh Oh boys Oh, "I dunno," Hazel replied, "but I'm getting tired of all this still life crap, I hope for once we get to paint a portrait of somebody." "Me too," Sharon replied quickly while taking her place behind her easel in the third row, "that boys Oh Oh boys's really the reason I took this course, I wanted to learn how to paint faces and stuff like that." The room was filling up rapidly with would be artists, and while they were taking their seats, Gail Forest, the course instructor, was busy passing out the work that she Boys Boys Oh had graded from last week's session. When she stopped at Sharon's seat, she handed her the picture of a bowl of fruit and boys Oh Oh boys commented, "You're Oh boys showing real progress, Sharon, keep up boys Oh Oh boys the good work."
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