Room 12
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The year was nineteen twenty-three. The world was intoxicated with booze and jazz, I guess so was I. The people who ran the big cities were intoxicated with power much like the world was with booze, there were only a few people to know that. By the end of that year they were all dead.
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The story started out normal...just a few teenage kids in highschool, living life free-spirited and to the fullest. Parties on the occasion, couples sprouting from every direction, just...having simple, innocent, adolescent fun. Not caring about anything, really. So, it sounds normal, right? It was normal.. was.

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