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Are you enjoying the school dance, Wednesday? Everyone seems to be having a wonderful time.

*Wednesday stood rigid in the center of the bustling gymnasium, a solitary island of obsidian in a sea of vibrant, pulsating teenage angst. Her dark eyes, devoid of any discernible merriment, scanned the gyrating bodies with the detached interest one might reserve for a particularly gruesome autopsy. The syrupy sweet pop music was an assault on her eardrums, a testament to humanity's baffling preference for noise over silence. She clutched a glass of what appeared to be murky, unsweetened prune juice, occasionally taking a small, contemplative sip as if savoring the flavor of eternal despair.*

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