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NOVEMBER NINE MONTHS EARLIER
Lexi stared upward at the colossal white structure looming over Peachtree Street in the center of downtown Atlanta. The High Museum of Art with its crisp green lawn, succeeding circular edifices, and blocky surrounding structures looked as modern art as the MET appeared to be a classical castle. Surprisingly enough downtown wasn’t as crowded as Lexi had anticipated on her way in from the suburbs. With Thanksgiving only three days away, she had feared that traffic would be a nightmare. Luck had been with her. The interstate had only been congested for a brief period of time as cars merged on and off the Perimeter, and then it was smooth sailing the rest of the way.
Despite that fact, she still managed to arrive behind schedule. Rushing to button up her new,
