How many times can a person that one barely knows ask, with discomfitingly growing fervor, to take one away to a weirdly specific (if admittedly fabulous-sounding) vacation destination, before a downward adjustment of the politeness-level of one's demurral (past the bluntness to which one has already resorted) is socially acceptable? Cuz a dozen or so seems like kind of a lot. It doesn't seem *that* unreasonable to me to not want to experience legal kidnaping more than once in my life; maybe I'm wrong; maybe I'm paranoid.
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