The Nightingale's Ball (Part.4)

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My grandmother always said "When life knocks you down, get back up and try again." I felt like sh*t but I arose from my puddle of tears and dried my face with the sleeve of my dress. I knew my mascara and make-up was probably a mess, but I didn't let it stop me. I must find the Moon Goddess. It was already 2.a.m. and soon the ball will be over and I have not achieved my goal. I continued my search from door to door when I heard coughing coming from one of the verandas. I quietly walked up and peered through the small glass on the door. I breathed a sigh of relief that I have finally found her. "Perfect!" I thought. She was sitting alone on a stool smoking a cigarette, looking into the dark wilderness. The sight was unexpected. It never crossed my mind that she would be a smoker. She app

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