MarkTwain (2016-03-29 05:44:29)

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***George Orwell's POV***
As I sat at my table looking at my invitation to a feast with ens, Dali, and Others, I wondered who the Others would be. Maybe it would be some of The English People, I thought. As I wrote a reply saying I would accept the invitation, these thoughts still went through my head. After I sent the invitation to the courier, I had a small dinner and went to bed, after preparing my belongings for the next days feast.


***Mark Twain's POV***
I was sitting at my table in the mansion where our feast would be held, I put down my copy of The Stolen White Elephant and went back to thinking about why I was listed under "Others" and not my name. Surely I was as special as ens and Dali, right? I had gotten my new suit tailored a week in advance for this event, and as I studied it realized that all the stitching on it were made of Velcro, but it was all I could afford without my professional tailor. As he went down the stairs of the mansion to the entrance, ens, Dali, and Tom Sawyer all looked frantic.
"What's wrong?" I asked, seeing their faces.
"The caterers messed up our order! We have to go get all the food in our carriages, or we won't be able to get it all, and without it there would be no feast! Please, stay here to greet the guests, Mark?" said ens, looking especially frantic.
I, of course said yes. As they left to go get the food for the feast, I sat down at the table, waiting for the first guests to arrive.

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squirtle2016 (2016-04-01 21:38:01)

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Great!

This post has been edited one or more times, the last time was:
2016-04-09 03:57:28

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(.~Ab~.) (2016-04-01 22:59:33)

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^ no

also, it's sad that you had to edit that

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Perfect_Chaos (2016-04-02 04:41:42)

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ok

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