She had her emotional outlets, wine, phone calls to her mother, triple choc ice cream.
But when she had truly strong emotions, she would head down into the basement, where she would fill a balloon with paint, and then throw it against a canvas she randomly pulled out of the stack of twenty she had down there. She would let it dry, then put back, and then do it again.
When she was an old woman, she finally looked at them, hoping they were all good.
As it turned out she 'randomly' picked the exact same canvas every single time.
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