I walk down the staircase to the ball room, where the ceremony of offerings is held many men and women are lined up, all waiting to be fully inspected by me before I make a choice. usually this process is a silent one so I keep my mouth shut as I go though the first few men and women, refusing almost every one of them once I set eyes on them. I allow a few into a maybe section of the ball room though it is not filling up anywhere near fast enough for my parents.
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