My Detective Story.

... My Detective Story On the third night of October 2003, we, meaning Sir Dexter Holland and I, Travis Barker, were standing in a small, dimly lit gallery. I couldn't help but think that the five paintings everyone was making such a fuss about, were - well, they were awful and I believe that my friend and senior detective, Dexter was also thinking of something along the same lines. However, we were being paid well for our detection skills and not our abilities as art critics. The exhibition had caused quite a stir in the press; each painting was worth a cool million and we had been hired to make sure that everything went smoothly and according to plan. "Well Mr. Holland, Mr. Barker what are your verdicts?" said Mr. Ulrich, the curator, hovering nervously. I watched as Dexter looked thoughtfully at the gallery and followed his example. I had pushed my brain to

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