Hall of Infinite Doors

"Ok," you say. "I'll see what I can do. It's Thursday night."

"Thursday?" parrots Rosalie.

"I'll give you the other details later."

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" says Rosealie.

That afternoon you wander over to the library.

You walk up behind Meagan and whisper "Hey!"

"Hey!" She smiles warmly.

"You know," you say, "I'm not much for the ballet, but with you I'd be happy to go."

"Really?!!" She smiles like a little girl and ducks her head. "Thanks."

"Where are we sitting, anyway?" you ask.

"I don't know. I won them from the radio station." She begins walking back to her office at the corner of the library. She continues to beam. "I'm so looking forward to going. I couldn't go by myself. I was worried you'd say no." She opens the drawer and pulls out the tickets. "Row H. See?"

The thought of Rosealie's body wanders through your mind.

You decide to:
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