[ pam's sitting by her open window in one of those big, comfy sweaters that have somehow become trendy. the sleeves are just a bit too big, and she's fiddling with one absently as she speaks. ]So um. I went to art school once. A few years ago. And I used to dream all the time about leaving Scranton and getting an apartment in the city and becoming
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You're halfway there.
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All I need is an easel and some paints, right?
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Exactly! This is the place to do it, too.
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[ she sort of feels horrible for that though. like a bad mom. 8C ]
I always sketch but maybe here...
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It just changed a little.
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You have a lot of dreams you aren't giving up on?
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If that makes sense.
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I just wouldn't have seen this coming. You know what I mean?
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You could cut off your ear like that one guy.
[Look how classy and sophisticated he is, forgetting names of legit famous painters as he mimes cutting off his ear with the tomato knife.]
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[ pam abandons both her comm and her seat by the window to go over and wraps her arms around his waist, tucking herself right under his arm. ]
What are you doing to the tomatoes?
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I was trying to tell them to cooperate and it'd be easier and I guess they just didn't.
[AKA he completely, completely failed at slicing them.]
You didn't want to eat those, did you?
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[ oh jim. it's a good thing you're pretty. ]
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