he leans against a wall, peering into the crowded ballroom that stands before him. As we swishes the glass of wine in his hand he sighs and takes a sip. He looks down at his blood-splattered suit and puts a hand in his pocket, slouching against the wall. βSon, what have I told you about slouching??β His mom scolds him and taps his shoulder with her finger. He brushes her off and goes outside into the garden and hears a branch snap Whoβs there? he asks the darkness
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