It was Christmas Eve and almost midnight, but Rock didn't feel hurried. He was in a high-end liquor store in a fancy shopping mall and looked at his watch to see that he still had nearly a half an hour to buy whatever he wanted. But in the next moment he realized the small store was jammed with late shoppers. There were lines for everything, and the limited supply of bottles were nearly all gone. All that remained were very expensive wine and liqueurs.
"You moved too slowly," a young woman said to him. "I don't think you want any of that stuff."
Rock looked at his watch. It was 11:35 p.m. "No, you're right," he said. "I'm just going to find an open grocery store or a mini-mart and buy some beer."
But as he headed toward the mall's main exit, he saw a large group of teenaged girls dressed like golden angels. The each clung to long strands of fabric that hung from a rotating ball near the ceiling, and they were dancing in a huge circle. Rock tried to go around, but his legs seemed nearly stuck to the floor. He wasn't sure he would ever make it out.
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