Felipe Calderon
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You have been invited to one of Calderons extravagant parties for his 43rd birthday. As you walk in to his house, your eyes widen. You had never realized it from the outside, but his house was HUGE. As you gazed around the massive crowded room, you see a familiar face approach you, emerging from the crowd. It was Mr. Calderon. He didn’t look so well, his face was flushed red, presumably from the alcohol, and he looked furious. “I need to talk to you..” He said, with a deep sigh.