Recently she had received a flyer from the center about some upcoming art classes and had been debating if she wanted to sign up for an oil painting class and maybe make use of one more of her unused canvases taking up space in her closet.
Thursday morning she grabbed a small miniature canvas done in pen and ink that she had finished last year of the fountain in the city square and stuck it in her tote, just in case. She felt a little silly, and disappointed when she learned that Steve was being encouraged to run for a local water district position, and he needed one more person to do some convassing to help him get some idea of how many voters would consider backing him.
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