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RSVP; when I looked back at the invitation the silly thought of Roast Skunk Very Possible immediately passed through my head. I knew my psyche was playing games with me as I tried to regain my composure. RSVP meant I must confirm my intention to attend, but before I could do that I needed to find a "companion" to attend with me. After telephone calls to several of my male friend I accepted the fact not one of them had the balls to act as my date. I guess they were intimidated by the Swenson Manor mystique, or they were afraid they would not be up to the standard.
