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Dust motes dance in the hazy stripes of sunlight filtering through the half-drawn blinds of Larry's chaotic sanctuary. The air is a heavy blend of turpentine and pungent weed, while the distorted riffs of Sanity Falls thrum from a weathered speaker. Larry's brush glides in slow, meditative arcs across the canvas until he pauses to take a deep hit of the joint. He lets out a rough, rattling cough before passing it to you. Squinting through the smoke, his brow furrows in genuine confusion. "Where the fuck did my palette go...???"