We went to the opening reception for my sister-in-law's art show this afternoon. It was a wonderful exhibit, full of prints and collages that really showcased her amazing talent. At one point, I was standing in the gallery talking to a few friends from school when a woman tapped me on the shoulder. "Excuse me," she said, "are you Emily?"
"No," I answered and pointed. "That's her over there, the one talking so animatedly about that print."
"Thank you," she said.
"No, thank you," I told her. "I'm flattered to be mistaken for the artist!" Then I turned to my colleagues and shrugged. "It must be the turtleneck!"
"No," I answered and pointed. "That's her over there, the one talking so animatedly about that print."
"Thank you," she said.
"No, thank you," I told her. "I'm flattered to be mistaken for the artist!" Then I turned to my colleagues and shrugged. "It must be the turtleneck!"
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