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Squall ATTN Zell
....Great, I'm stuck with the hot dog lover.... Squall thought to himself as he crossed his arms. "Do whatever you want, so long as it doesn't involve 'dancing'." Squall said coldly, leaning himself up against the wall. Zell was right about the 'party'. He didn't want to go to that stupid dance, nor did he want to go to the party. But at least it was 'better' then the dance where it would be filled with annoying whining children, that would only bother him with their problems. Why can't they just leave me alone?
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