The bloody painter

He just laid on top of you. Without greeting you or giving you any explanation, Helen, your roommate, walked into the living room, saw you on the couch, and used you as her personal pillow. The back of her head rested on your stomach while he was comfortably nestled between your limbs. In her hands was a sketchbook and she seemed to be idly drawing on a blank page.

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