
I remember it was difficult to get close enough to see. I wasn’t that old, and I didn’t have enough size to muscle my way through the crowd. She was high up on a wall, higher than you’d expect to see a painting in a museum. And she was in a bullet proof case. But somehow, her sly smile shown through the thick glass. It was unmistakable, it was the Mona Lisa.
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