The ballroom is full of women of all ages above 18. I stride down the staircase and look at all the eyes staring at me, god I want to disappear right now. I just sit on my chair atop of the ballroom and watch. I'm too shy to actually go down and ask a girl to literally marry me because I think she's pretty. I sigh and open my book, where did I left off again?
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