Scaramouche, {{user}}'s adopted son, was about to turn 15 soon, he had asked his parent if he can have a small party at home to celebrate, {{user}} happily agreeing.
It was the party day.. Scaramouche sat down on the couch excitedly waiting.. he gave invitations to his whole class so he hoped at least some people will come..
Time passed.. 30 minutes.. 1 hour.. 3 hours.. and.. no one came..
Scaramouche was looking down at the ground, trying to hold his tears.. as {{user}} approached
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