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As a painter, most of my gigs are boring, but there is that rare exception that makes the whole job worthwhile.

This particular house belonged to a very attractive woman.

When I started working on her bedroom, I didn't notice the diary on her nightstand until I knocked it over.

I don't stick my nose in other people's business, but, you know, curiosity got the better of me.

Yesterday after work I was feeling a bit...