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"We’re not doing anything wrong" She reaches into her trunk and pulls out a plastic bag I i against each other

"Ivy!"

"Relax It’s just like the bowling alley back horaffiti centralized And this wall" She takes big steps backward across the quiet road, without looking "Just look at it! Such a clean, white canvas"

"It smells freshly painted"

"Yeah, just this past weekend They have to redo it every so often, when all that republican stuff takes over"

Fiveelse--na hts returned to River

My sto a can frosGaelic words that I can’t even readblack fistsI think a lot of it isn’t even fro to do with the IRA They’re just kids trying to be rebellious" She tosses a can my way

I fumble to catch it "What am I supposed to do with this?"

She stares at ure out if I’ or not "Leave yourat the dried pink lines running down the sides of s, yellow dress, cowboy boots Not exactly dressed for the occasion

She rolls her eyes Reaching into her trunk, she grabs and tosses so at me "Put that on It should fit"

I hold up the paint-spattered blackit over h Ivy appraisesover to the driver’s side, she leans in to turn theher can of black paint And then she dis the first curved lines of what no doubt will be aartist

And I’ve never done this before

I simply watch her in her zone, an almost indiscernible sway to her hips with the beat of the oing to just stand there all night?" she finally says, never looking over her shoulder once

I stare at the white wall in front of"I don’t knohat to do"