Masquerade(spooky month)
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Per adultiCompleta dom, gen 22, 2023<5 mins
Everyone was getting ready to eat, they were all talking. Roman got up hitting a butter knife against a glass that has wine in it. Everyone immediately stopped talking. He was about to talk until someone in a bright red dotted suit, you cant see his face at all. He whispered in his ear... What could've happen everyone wandered they started whispering again.
(I did not come up with this idea someone on discord did so all credits to them!)
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