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it was one of those funny evenings throughout which i felt as though i were in a play. some calamity of a play, that i don't know who was watching. but just the substantial stakes that seemed to engulf the nights goings on, i scarcely could maintain myself. everything was coated in undertones and bathed in juicy subtlety (sp?).i guess what made the situation feel so outrightly staged was the forced pretense which everyone put upon themselves. fuck...the one time i REALLY could have used a drink...and i decide to play sober sally. isn't it funny how things sometimes repeat themselves in a strangely familiar yet, altogether, utterly and tragically foreign one as well?