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His first inkling that something wasn’t right was when she acted like his painting of her nude wasn’t as good as it could have been. He had painted Janis at least once a month for the last 20 years. There were almost two hundred completed works. A lot of canvas, but she was his muse. Everything that he wanted was embellished in her. Despite her aging, he had captured her essence in his paintings. Janis’ laugh, her soul, a...