So I am back in the main room after walking through
the permanent exhibit walking in the main room
minding my own business. Was it paranoia or just my
imagination running. . . but I felt like I was
being watched. Yes, definitely from behind the counter,
and yes from even the coat check, oh wait, there's also
some people looking at me from the windows on the
second floor...and from the balcony? No, the guy in
the balcony wasn't watching me . . . I just imagined it.
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