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Subject: {ASSM} [Blanket Flash] Conversation Piece
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Conversation Piece



"Keep still, dammit! I'm trying to get the light."

"How much longer? My arms ache."

"Not too long now. It's nearly finished."

"Why did I have to marry an artist? Why can't you just watch football on the
box like other husbands?"

"Muddied oafs and flannelled fools - not my style."

"And this blanket! It stinks. Wherever did you get it?"

"Peru, 1987."

"No wonder it smells. You must have been keeping it somewhere damp. Can't I
move a bit? Please?"

"Keep still, just a bit longer, love. The light's going."

"Bugger the light, I'm going! And couldn't you have put the heating on? I'm
positively freezing. I know you artists are supposed to suffer for your art,
but I didn't think it applied to the models."

"There, relax, it's done."

"Oh. That was quick. Can I see it?"

"If you like. La Voila!"

"Wow, do I really look that sexy?"

"All that and more. I haven't done you justice. 'Tis a poor thing, but mine
own."

"Do you really see me like that? I mean, I look so, so...sensual. I didn't
feel like that. I just felt tired and cold."

"The magic of art, darling. That and some imagination, and of course, my own
rich talent. I just tried to remember your face from last night."

"Did you now? I'm not sure I approve. I mean, your memory may be faulty. I
think we'd better check, don't you? I wouldn't want you to compromise your
artistic integrity. Hmm, I think this blanket may have a use after all."

"Ah, what are you doing, woman? Steady on! You'll tear my zip."


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