11″you wander through the enormous ballroom, without really a goal or direction, trying to get used to all the strange smells and sounds around, pushing yourself though nameless demons in suits. Even the air tastes strange here, your throat is dried by itit's a lot to take in, isn't it?comes a voice from behind you. There stands an attractive, pale elderly teen, smiling empathetically, holding out a glass of a red wineI remember my first time herehe chucklescompared to that you do great.
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