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The Date

Late for the date. He entered the hotel through its revolving doors. Missing the right turn, the precise gap in which to step forward, he staggered rearwards onto the back glass, then bounced, like a jack rabbit into the foyer. She, of course, coolly witnessed this comic entrance. When he sheepishly handed her the crushed and bedraggled roses, he knew that he was definitely not getting laid that night or possibly ever.

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