Who: Halloweenies (that's you).
What: A fabulous masquerade ball.
When: Monday, October 31st (that's Halloween). The deep, dark hours of the night (that's like eight PM onward).
Where: The Stadium.
Warnings: ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN ON HALLOWEEN
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It was a dark and stormy night… )
Either way, she was rather confident that no one would know who she was until she either spoke, or until she said so. She'd seen around, looked to others, and in the most inconspicuous way she knew how, she'd prodded into their thoughts to get an idea for who they were. Poo had been no different and she'd rather liked her first meeting with him, which made her want to have another encounter.
What an odd way to think about it, she thought to herself as she approached him ( ... )
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