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I drew my moms straight from my mind expressing an ancient wisdom. She would be seriously pissed about that hair color. Don't tell her. I used my brand new color pencils. I wasn't going to share this, but it made Brock laugh so hard, it only seemed right. Hands will always be a twisted, malformed, deformity. I know no other way. I feel like this should go in the same box with the drawing Ilan made recently exploiting his grandparents,
"Don't try them Lottie, they're HOT." Hehe—cracks me up.
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