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I hate parties. But you cannot avoid some. So there I was. Looking like a fool. I didn't hear any wailing or gnashing of teeth. Instead people were laughing and dancing and generally having a good time. I guess that is the thing to do at parties. Ok. I am not complaining. The party was great, the guests were great. Life is great. These days I try to hmm... mix. Not a great success. But hey, I might get along.

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Anonymous said…
The only reason I like going to parties is for the free food and beer.
11:44 PM
Pradeep VM said…
:-) that is a good enough reason for me too, rain.
10:00 AM
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