Daily Writing Blurb

She scratched her foot as she adjusted the coloring of the scene she had painted. The door opened behind her but she didn't turn as the visitor fought to push the door open against various debris. 
"Still at it?" he asked when he finally got in. 
"I'm always at it," she replied, squeezing more paint onto the palette. 
"Do you have to work here?" he asked, tapping an old window with the toe of his polished shoe. 
"If you don't like it, you don't have to come see me," she replied. He sighed. 

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