It was raining buckets.
The visitor peeled off soaked layers while I went to work on his cargo — a small parcel in a black garbage bag bound in twine. This was years ago, and the identities of everyone involved have been changed, but disclaimers aside, it was not a unique occasion that a collector showed up at the gallery with an expensive painting in n…
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