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Duke looked up thoughtfully at the fifteen foot pink poodle that stared out through the windowed wall opposite the front doors to the American Visionary Art Museum. The wall behind him glinted in the bright sunlight, thanks to the massive mosaic that covered it, made of broken glass, metal, and miscellaneous found objects.
"This is already my favorite art museum, ever."
[for him who is downtown with him, or texts or calls or what-have-you!]
"This is already my favorite art museum, ever."
[for him who is downtown with him, or texts or calls or what-have-you!]