The other day as I was walking up the stairs, I made an unpleasant discovery. Someone had written her name on the end of the wall right at the top by the ceiling. I was not happy. Blythe has something of a history writing on the walls, and while I love her artwork, I don't like it when she's "creative" in inappropriate places. When I pointed it out to her, she looked at me with just a touch of defiance and said, "I wrote really small." I guess that makes the graffiti acceptable.
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