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Bill leapt about, filling the canvas with brilliant colours and broad strokes of paint. He began to realize that he could have it all, if he could just rise above his current circumstances. He began to work hard, and write songs about dancing. He died later that year, in a tragic explosion. It was called an accident, and was one, but no one actually figured out what happened. A large man had been cut off in traffic by our Bill, and the large man had gone over to talk it over with Bill when he accidently tripped over a wire. He didnt think about until later, when he realized that that wire had caused the explosion. He felt terrible, and drove into a snowbank and rested his weary eyes for three days.