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Luke was busy snorting in the dirt and kicking up a huge cloud of sunlit dust when Patricia Zerbini yelled his name to get his attention. He looked at her, and noticing what she held in her hands, turned and plodded toward her with the same enthusiasm children show when they jump out of bed Christmas morning.
When he made it to where Zerbini was standing, she handed him a brush loaded with paint. Luke snorted again and walked over to a specially prepared easel perched in the dirt not far from where a large crowd had gathered.
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