Not Her FaultShe couldn't take it any more. All evening, ever since she walked through the door, she'd been on the recieving end of jabs and jokes about her dress. Okay, so maybe it wasn't the most original of costumes, but at least she had made an effort. Not like some people she'd seen tonight. They'd come dressed as normal. A disguised ninja they'd called it. Hah! What do they know? And then the doddery old bloke had arrived. He was the worst of them all! He wasn't even meant to be there! The woman reckoned he'd stumbled in on the wrong party. He was probably looking for a nice, quiet party, with other doddery old blokes and cards and poker or somethinNot Her Fault
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