"Oh Lord, a when?" Jack moved to leaning against the back of the chair, looking down at what the man was doing, "Oh, I don't know. Anywhere. Any time," He was out right beaming as he bit his lip and patted the man on the arm with his excitement, "Oh, oh, could we go to the Winterland Ballroom, San Fransico, April 12, 1968? Pretty please?" He was near bouncing with his date chosen.
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