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The Party

It was 5:30pm on a Saturday and Paul was sitting on the edge of his bed playing video games. As the final man of the opposing team gunned him down to end the game, he tossed his controller beside him and sighed in frustration.

“Damn. Thought I had him there.” he said to himself.

There was also a party being thrown tonight.

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