Six months ago, a man walked into a cafe and offered me a gallery showing on a plate.
This sounds like the beginning of a joke. It took me a month before Mr Very Convincing and my own little band of traitors got me to agree to it.
I don't know why I was hesitant. I don't know why I didn't leap.
Maybe because of moments like now.
I was given dates a
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