Thirteen

[hurtjustalittle]

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[On this fine day, Jane can be seen racing from house to house with a couple of large buckets of red paint in hand. Moving at top speed, she is quickly dashing up to any drone-only house she can find and scrawling a few friendly, five-feet-tall messages onto any blank surface she can find: “DEATH TO MAYFIELD”, “BURN THEM TO THE GROUND”, “YOUR

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[couldbeeeepthem]

[While in the art room THERE'S A VOICE BEHIND YOU]

Where is the black paint?

[hurtjustalittle]

[WAAAA Saki humans shouldn't be able to move like that!

It's ah, here...

[Jane takes a moment to rummage through the big pile she's going to try and take home- aha! Black paint.]

[couldbeeeepthem]

[it's why I'm awesome like that.]

Thank you.

[Moves to go and pick it up.]

What do you think would look best in black?

[hurtjustalittle]

The maths classroom. Blot out all that... algebra.

But don't cover up my artwork!