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GALA NIGHT

It has been three days since that evening at the graveyard, I thought he'll ask me out for the pending dinner but he was nowhere. No texts or calls. I don't know for what good reasons I was expecting him to contact me.

The so-called monster returned from France last night and was organising a dinner for some of his allies at the house. I have been noticing since he returned from France he was working hard. It seems like the blast did him a huge loss, Good for him.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror giving myself a final touch. Before you all ask me where I'm heading so let me clear the air. It's not for the filthy bastards who are going to be attending tonight's dinner but for my college as today was Chicago University Annual Alumni Charity Gala. For others, it may seem like a simple charity event but it was one of the best sources to gain news.

The news that the newspapers fail to cover. Giving myself a last look of appreciation as after food if something works for men its loo
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