I would have rejected going to a masquerade ball if her best friend Jackie had told me a week in advance. But, that's not how she is, she likes to tell me things at the last minute and force me to get off my ass and do things I don't want to do.. I regret every second of going to that stupid masquerade ball. Why? You'll find out sooner or later. (WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS SOME SEXUAL CONTENT, AND JOKES THAT MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR YOUNGER READERS. Viewers discretion is advised)
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