They walked into the room. The easel stood there, with a blank, sparkling canvas sitting on it, just waiting to be painted on. The girl crept forwards, picked up a paintbrush, and started to open a pot. "No!" he cried, as he pushed the pot out of the girl’s hands. "Stop! How do we know that this is not all a trick?" The girl just stared at him. "Why do expect me to believe that?" she snapped. "We enter a room that we have never seen before, and it is just a trick is it?" Suddenly she started to paint.
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