She dragged her sister to the art gallery as a quid pro quo.
While they were they I met them, and really hit it off with her. While her
sister checked Facebook, we chatted about Titian and the Flemish Baroque period.
We exchanged numbers as I left to my job.
Turns out the quid pro quo was that they attended the
wrestling show, front row. Thing is, it’s hard to see faces through my mask. So
by the time I realised who the fan I was insulting was, she had recognized me,
gotten angry, and was rising to slap me.
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