“It’s an interactive museum about tickling!” she announces excitedly. “I can give you a tour to show you everything that we have if you’d like that. After the tour, you can decide if you want to work as the assistant manager. You’d be paid $26 an hour, and it’s a full-time job. Would you like to come with me there?”
“Of course!” I respond, also excited.
“Alright, come with me,” Amber tells me, and I get your phone, riding to the museum in her car. “So, Nick told me that you really like tickling. I’ll just tell you now that I share that love, which is why my father wanted me to be the manager of the museum. I was wondering, though, what you like about tickling, if it’s just tickling others, being tickled, or both.”
“I like both,” I answer.
“That’s awesome!” she exclaims. “I’m the same way! Tickling other people is really fun, but it’s sometimes nice to just throw your head back and laugh. We’ll have to tickle each other sometime when we’re not working at the museum. I’m sure you’ll love it!” After a fifteen-minute drive where we made a lot of small talk, mostly about our love for tickling, Amber and I arrive at the museum, called ‘The Tickling Museum’. “If you don’t like the name, we haven’t really finalized it, so we may be able to change it. Anyways, come inside!” We both got out of her car and headed inside. “So, before we take the tour, I need to know where to focus our attention on. Where is your most ticklish spot?”
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