Pass, please.

"Um, sorry," she said. "I don't seem to have mine."

The receptionist sighed. "I can't let you in without a pass."

"Look," said Stacy, "you don't understand. I was doing this story about people losing their memories and..."

The receptionist interrupted her. "Maybe if you let me see some ID?"

Stacy tried not to scream. "I don't have any ID!"

"Well, then you can't come in." The receptionist folded her arms defiantly.

1. Angrily, Stacy simply stormed past the desk.
2. Frustrated, Stacy turned to leave.
3. "Look," said Stacy reasonably, "isn't there someone you can call who would know me?"

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