"Bad news," I text to Slavko, who is working on the mainland in Solin. "You know those pieces of 3x5 cm wood you bought to make my entry roof? Some sneaky bastard has taken one, cut it up, made stretcher bars, and stretched canvas on it to paint! "
"John," he texts back. "You just couldn't resist, could you? Roberto is gone from your street, so it is either you or old lady Lukrica."
"You're right, " I reply. "That d☆☆n old woman. Who would have thought it of her?!!! "
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laughing! found art!
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