May 31, 2020 9:44 PM
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Huh. Even when I can follow it, which is so rare, it's still boring to me.

Art next.
The theme: painting a still life.
Paint, paint.

Amy gets the colours mostly right but her proportions are off.

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Flynn enjoys painting.
She's not great at it, she tends to paint what she thinks her subject should look like instead of what it actually looks like.
Still, it might be her favorite part of the day. It's a chance to do in a day full of listening.

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And then the bell rings!

"Let's go explore your house for secret passages, Flynn!"
Amy is practically radiating excitement.

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"Sure, but I should warn my mom you're coming. Can I borrow your phone? Mine doesn't work here yet."

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"Okay then!"
Amy takes out her phone, unlocks it, and gives it to Flynn,

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"Hey Mom, it's me." Flynn says, speaking softly and gently.
"I met a nice girl at school today. Her family used to live in our house and wants to come explore."
Flynn listens, then says, "We'll be quiet. Don't worry."
Flynn is silent again.
"I love you too."
She hands the phone back to Amy.

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And off they go!

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The house isn't far away. They chat about mundane things as they walk. The house is a beautiful, rundown place. It's two stories high and sprawling. The roof has been repaired with mismatched shingles. A few of the walls are crumbling. There is a garden that is wild except for in one corner in which a few sprouts have been meticulously planted. Flynn digs a key out from her backpack and unlocks the front door. She opens it slowly and carefully. It lets out a small creak.

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"So exciting! Let's explore the attic, attics are where everything interesting and explorable is kept!"

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Flynn winces. "Can you please talk a little softer. My mom's probably sleeping."

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She stage-whispers, "Okay. Let's tiptoe up the stairs and see what's in there." It is quieter.

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Flynn closes her eyes briefly. "Just try not to shout. I'm going to grab some food and put my stuff down. The stairs to the attic are the second door down that hallway if you're in a hurry." Flynn points.

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"Okay," she whispers. "But, now that you mention it, I'm a bit hungry too, can I have something small, like, a fruit, maybe? We'll go up together."

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"Sure." Flynn heads to the kitchen, dropping her bag on the counter. She grabs an apple for herself and tosses another one to Amy.

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Amy catches the apple. She whispers, "Thank you," to Flynn. She munches on the apple. "Ready to go?"

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Flynn tosses her apple core into the trashcan. "Yea." She leads Amy to the stairs. They're narrow and turn into a ladder at the very top. Flynn pushes open the trapdoor and muffles a cough after breathing in a mouthful of dust.

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Amy coughs too. She starts exploring. What's in this blue box?

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The blue box is full of neatly folded maternity clothes. Flynn finds a box of old magazines and another full of cracked, but technically useable dishes.

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After a while, Amy runs out of boxes. There is a door on the back wall. "Hey, Flynn, what's through that door?"

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Flynn looks up. "What door?"

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"This one!" She walks over, and opens it.

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"You're grabbing at air. Are you feeling alright?"

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"What? It's right there, see?" Amy says. She walks through just to prove her point.

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Amy disappears. "Amy?" Flynn calls out hesitantly.

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She pops back out. "There's some kind of treasure chest in here! Just come here, I'll lead you through the door."

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