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... he staircase to the top was in a spiral shape. Mido climbed the stairs for a long time while swearing at Monet da Vinci.

‘I’m almost colorblind. What can I do...?!’

In fact, Mido herself knew that she had no talent for art. In particular, her natural sense of color was much lower than that of other people. Her obsession with pink was big and her drawing level was almost elementary school level. Fortunately, Monet had written at the end of the letter.

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