On the Kennedy Center Stage, Anthony Quinn smiled, twirling a last red rose. Four rows into the center orchestra section, a 25-year-old woman applauded, her long brown hair in contrast to the permed heads of the engineers’ wives. He kissed the rose and tossed it right at me. An older woman, in row three, leaped higher.
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I’m envious, even if you didn’t get the rose.
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The older woman regretted her leap immediately, and required help to exit the theater on her aching knees.
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That bitch.
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I’m thinking I’m going to like this month – reading, anyway.
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I know you ran out of words – but did you wrestle her to the ground afterwards?
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I love this post (and the comments).
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