[Stooping low with the rigid intent of not falling over, Stephen picks up the wine bottle by the neck and straightens again. He accepts her description of an endless hallway like a man who also lives in a very magical, sometimes nonsensical, home.]
Whatβs behind door number one?
[He assumes itβs just her bedroom, or some other private space, but he has to ask.]
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[Stooping low with the rigid intent of not falling over, Stephen picks up the wine bottle by the neck and straightens again. He accepts her description of an endless hallway like a man who also lives in a very magical, sometimes nonsensical, home.]
Whatβs behind door number one?
[He assumes itβs just her bedroom, or some other private space, but he has to ask.]