The Masquerade Ball

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I was looking at myself in the full length mirror

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I was looking at myself in the full length mirror. I never was one for dressing up and parading around like a Barbie doll I fucking hate woman like that. But this ball does happen every year on the same date. Mother always held a big masquerade ball every year for the coming together and peace between the Italian and Russian Mafia. Every year the new members would be introduced to the rest of the families. I figure it's just to know who to shoot and who not to shoot when shitt goes down.

Since momma died daddy kept on having the masquerade ball each year not only for the peace of the two families but also in remembrance of her. Of what she did to combine the two families. That is the only reason why I am even attending this ball.

"Only for you momma" I sigh.


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