As she increased in size the artist knew he would only have more canvas to paint. He also knew if the cops showed up he would for once only be a literal "footnote" compared to the growing Goddess they would encounter.
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With every brushstroke, her massive form loomed larger, her toes curling as paint danced across them. “Keep painting,” she thundered, shaking the ground. Sirens wailed in the distance. The artist smirked, knowing they’d see her towering splendor long before they noticed him.
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