At least up until the moment she sees a shiny person she knows all the way on the other side of the crowded room and abandons me like she’s not my emotional-support extrovert and the single lifeline I have in this mass of bubbling socialization. I’m left with half a chip ration in a large room full of people dressed like monsters all by myself.

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