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Acoetes spun around and looked at the class. At the same time, Chloe, whose head had been wrenched around over her shoulder, snapped her head forward again, eyes straight ahead. She stared at her canvas as if she had been painting all along.
“Class! Great job! Great focus! This…” he lifted his arms up in a grand gesture. “THIS IS WHAT SIP AND PAINT IS ABOUT! DEDICATION, FOCUS, AND ART!” Acoetes’ voice boomed and echoed through the room, making me shake. His large frame danced in the opposite direction of where I stood, thankfully. He was making his way to the wine. “I think everyone deserves a break,” he announced, clapping his hands. Another song started playing on command. This time a pulsing reggae beat filled the space. Acoetes’ voice called out over the blaring music, “15 minute
