“I can’t believe you dragged me to a museum!”
Mary looked at Murray. “After all the places you dragged me? This is the nicest place I could bring you.”
Murray sighed, but paid for the entrance fee before trailing after her. Mary smirked, and led him through all the Impressionist Art before relenting. She turned towards the Modern Wing, knowing how much he would enjoy the display in there.
“Here,” she said, “this is really why we came.”
Murray gasped, looking at the installations of graffiti. Immense and colorful, the art sparked immediate feeling. Reaching out, Murray grabbed Mary’s hand tightly.
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