Come Again



�How on earth did I get stuck here?� Candace muttered. �I have to get out of this dressing room.�

She shook the doorknob furiously, not quite swearing. �Blank,� she whispered, without meaning another word.

�Somebody let me out!� she screeched. The door opened at once.

�Need help finding something?�

�No; I�m leaving.�

�Come again.�

�Never.�



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