I can just imagine it. Anthony Albanese, brow furrowed, his poisonous tongue flittering in concentration, grasps a mauve crayon. Scribbled on the butcher’s paper before him is a rectangular outline. Suddenly, he is daunted again; the possibilities are endless, and he casts a fleeting glance to the carpet of discarded designs around him.
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