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The imp looked back at David and smiled its goofy smile. “What do you think, Master?”
David pondered the reproduction of the Mona Lisa. It was impeccable, except she was frowning. David felt his lips curl into the same shape. “The mouth is wrong.”
The imp looked at the painting again and shook its head. “Nope, that’s the right one. Trust me.”
David pulled out the postcard where that enigmatic smile was displayed in its glory. “No, this is her smile. It’s world famous.”
The imp looked at the postcard and spit. “That hack, da Vinci added that later.”
David pointed at the postcard. “So you’re saying that you were the one who painted that?”
The imp pointed at the canvas in front of it. “No, I painted that. Da Vinci ruined my original vision.”
David picked back up his brush. “You know you are one screwed up muse.”
The imp laughed. “Da Vinci didn’t think so.”
David pointed at the postcard. “That’s not what I see.”
The imp disappeared in a huff of brimstone. David could feel a bemused smile grow on his face. Looking into the mirror he saw it then. The brush practically danced on the canvas.
David pondered the reproduction of the Mona Lisa. It was impeccable, except she was frowning. David felt his lips curl into the same shape. “The mouth is wrong.”
The imp looked at the painting again and shook its head. “Nope, that’s the right one. Trust me.”
David pulled out the postcard where that enigmatic smile was displayed in its glory. “No, this is her smile. It’s world famous.”
The imp looked at the postcard and spit. “That hack, da Vinci added that later.”
David pointed at the postcard. “So you’re saying that you were the one who painted that?”
The imp pointed at the canvas in front of it. “No, I painted that. Da Vinci ruined my original vision.”
David picked back up his brush. “You know you are one screwed up muse.”
The imp laughed. “Da Vinci didn’t think so.”
David pointed at the postcard. “That’s not what I see.”
The imp disappeared in a huff of brimstone. David could feel a bemused smile grow on his face. Looking into the mirror he saw it then. The brush practically danced on the canvas.
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