Anyone so fortunate as to reach the age of puberty has heard the adage ‘mile high club’, it needs no explanation. I never understood its appeal – the broom closet at home is twice as wide, and the value per square foot…what is all the hype about? Then I recognized my own reverie – quiet whispers down another hall, long leather benches, soft lights – my own mile high club – a museum, perhaps after close, maybe under Starry Night.
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I don't understand the parallel between the mile high club and the museum...
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