They called her The Painter of Dreams and she lived at number thirty three on the High Street, two doors down from the Horse and Hounds Pub. Margo said she was mad, clearly a lunatic who thought she could influence the dreams of people "with some kind of magic paintbrush!" But Imogen disagreed. She knew someone (actually it was the sister of a friend of someone she knew) who had been to see The Painter Of Dreams and she was a millionaire now, all thanks to the woman with her paintbrush. Margo laughed and said Imogen was gullable as fuck and would believe in magic beans if someone offered her some. Imogen told Margo to sod off. And anyway she knew someone (again it was the friend of a friend situation) who had been given some magic beans and they had grown, not into a magic beanstalk, but into a large house in the country and now she was living the life of Riley. I bet Riley is pissed off, Margo scoffed. And with that the two decided to call their friendship a day.
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