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Wendy rolled her eyes. "I said it myself whenever you said you didn't want to paint. I never said that you said it," She giggled again before carefully screwing the paint caps back on. Wendy shrugged and put the paints in her backpack. "If you say so," She was honestly curious about what the conversation might be about, but hesitant to check it out on her own. Thea was someone that she now knew and already thought of as a friend. The people talking down below were strangers that shouldn't be meddled with on one's own. Wendy grabbed the paper and hung it out the window with a small clip, letting it air-dry.