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The door to the girls’ apartment opened and Laverne stopped, one foot in the door, causing Lenny to walk into her.

“Lookit her, Len. This is what she does when Carmine has a class to teach: she sits herself in front of the tv and doesn’t move.”

Lenny opened his mouth to say something, but didn’t get the chance.

“Laverne, I *can* hear you, you know,” Shirley said, then sighed. “I can’t help it if he has that class on Saturday nights.”

“Why don’tcha go out anyway, Shirl?” Lenny suggested. She glared at him and he shrugged. “Maybe ya’d meet some-“

Laverne cut him off with an elbow to the gut. “Len, shut up.” She gave him a quick kiss, turned him around, and shoved him out the door. “See ya tomorrow.” She closed the door, then went over and sat next to Shirley.

“I still can’t figure out this dating thing you two are doing,” Shirley said, then paused. “Maybe Lenny does have a point, though. I mean, I haven’t gone out with Carmine in weeks, and he hasn’t exactly done anything to change that...”

“There ya go, Shirl. You’ll go out and make a new friend.” Shirley stood up. “Uh, I don’t think he meant right now,” Laverne said. Shirley ignored her and left. Laverne shrugged and sat back. “Maybe I can get Len to come back down here...”

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An hour later found Shirley at a movie theater, waiting for the midnight matinee to begin. She looked around. Normally, she wouldn’t consider being out at midnight, but she had stayed home on Saturday night once too often. She was going stir crazy... she just needed that little push to get her out the door.

A few minutes into the movie, she noticed a guy take a seat three rows in front of her. Her eyes narrowed, thinking he looked familiar, but she couldn’t be sure in the darkened theater. She watched him... more than she watched the movie.

* * * * *

“Miss?”

Shirley shifted in her seat, but didn’t wake up.

“Umm, excuse me?”

Finally, she woke up and realized she’d fallen asleep in the theater. Her eyes opened wide and she nearly jumped up and into the guy trying to wake her. “I’m sorry–“ She tilted her head to the side, finally getting a good look at him.

“You’re not going to point and laugh, are you?” he asked, a nervous twinge in his voice. He obviously wasn’t liking the look she was giving him.

“You were sitting three rows in front of me,” she stated.

His brow arched. “Yes, I was. I think that’s why I noticed you had fallen asleep.” He shrugged. “I just happened to be the closest to you.”

Shirley gave an embarrassed smile. “You... just remind me of someone. He’s also got brown, curly hair, about the same height. Actually, at first I thought you were him.” She paused. “My name’s Shirley Feeney.” She extended a hand.

He accepted and shook it. “Larry Appleton.”

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