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Farewell

30 minutes left.

She looked stunning in her dress.

The snake has fallen ill that night, so she would be by her lonesome.

I place the mask upon my face, black with a crescent arch, with a single feather that swayed in the nights breeze.

The tuxedo would keep my figure disclosed, and the mask would keep my identity hidden.

This is the time for no regrets...

A final farewell.