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[Calling and texting Sam in a constant, if useless stream, Cris finally leaves the house to find his wife. He don't get the graffiti means nothing, not for a long while. Instead, he's tracking her phone, following as she moves somehow toward the Capital—and it's only through incidence that he manages to put two and two together and get a whole lotta color spray painted everywhere.
He follows it and the lil dot that marks his wife, all the way to Second City. As he approaches the motley fringes of the party or whatever's happening, he texts once more:] You having a party, Banksy? Am I invited?