1″I was drinking a fine glass of wine as three butler counts down the seconds. I didn’t really care about anybody or anything of the ball. I despise people who really love, and as the ball drops and the fireworks are going on I see everyone kissing their so called 'soulmates'. All but one person, that 'thing' I’ve met only 2 times but still a little bit amusing. I walk over to the person and speak in my usual sarcastic and rude manner, of course to me it is a way of speaking. 'Well well.”
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