The unfortunate experience of the night: I left to clean my brushes, and I asked a young ady to see that no one touches my book bag. I was so delighted that I sold that painting, and I placed my winnings into that bag. As I returned, she mentions to me that a man crouched down, unzipped my bag and reached in, she tells him that its not yours, but his reply was; " That girl( meaning me), told me to get her something from here". I was frozen and stunned that it happened, as she then pointed to the guy who caught my eyes, as he sped right out the door....
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