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Gallery
Warning, this story does contain descriptions of an adult theme. Gallery By Dexter Herron Stan smiled to himself, feeling as if he was on top of the world. He always got that way when he headed out to critique a new art exhibit for his magazine. He stood at the aged doors of the address, amazed at how it was tucked away between two warehouses, hidden and oh, so chic. He looked at the note again checking the address. It was Gwen's delicate handwriting inviting him to the...