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We find the exhibit hidden away in a back corner of the ed with hundreds, raphs We peer closer at one of a cru The artist had laid a scribbled note beside the object as so the picture It’s written in Finnish, but it’s also been ether

Josh points to another photograph It’s an e his day-to-day life? I guess?"

I look around for a sign in French and find it beside the door I walk over to read it "These aren’t his things They’re soives a lohistle "No wonder this looks like a stalker’s bedroom" He bends over "Oh, shit! Look at this one Yeah, I think that’s actually shit"

I race back to his side "How did he get her shit?!"

"Maybe he went into a public restrooonna take a picture of the seat and got lucky Maybe it wouldn’t flush"

I snort loudly

"Ibehind for ages, but you keep picking all of these working toilets"

I fake-gasp and shove hihs and shoves me back, and I squeal as the purple-fox lady enters the roo is barely contained as we attempt to focus our attention on a picture of a discarded Coke can "This guy’s lady love is kind of a slob, don’t you think?" he whispers

I cover "

"Stop it," I hiss My eyes are watering "Ohs?"

"If you were irl," he whispers, "I’d take creepy pictures of your trash when I knew you weren’t looking"

"If you were irl," I whisper back, "I’d put the creepy pictures in a foreign museule belly laugh escapes from Josh, and the woman spins around and actually stomps her foot Like a cartoon character It’s the last straw We lose control, cracking up hysterically, as we run froirl," I say, barely able to catch my breath, "I’d remove your skin, dye it purple, and wear you like a scarf at fancy gatherings!"

He stops and bends at the waist, he’s laughing so hard "Oh, fk" He wipes a tear froo, go, go, go!"

We tear down the hall, and the guards take off after us We hit the escalators, and – for soive up After, like, ten whole yards They cluck their tongues as we disappear from view "So much for security" Josh is cheerfully dish, and he watchesThe current between us is so intense that it’s al it It’s so irl?" he says "I’d steal you away fro and take you soainst an ink stain on his index finger "And if you were ood place just up the street"

He lifts his head His eyebrows rise