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June 26, 2009
The extravagance of the gala event was bewitching to all those fortunate enough to receive an invitation to attend. The women attendees had stolen the show, of course, as they should do, adorned in every conceivable type of fabric known to man, which was manipulated in some of the most individually essential ways ever performed by man. The ballroom floor was polished beyond the understanding of all there, shining with reflections of the attendees like a pane of glass, even though it was purely wood.

Out of nowhere, a pretty young woman wearing rags crossed the floor carrying a pumpkin...