It was night, and the white faces and the scarlet banners were luridly floodlit.

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It was a freak of fancy in my friend (for what else shall I call it?) to be enamored of the Night for her own sake; and into this bizarrerie, as into all his others, I quietly fell; giving myself up to his wild whims with a perfect abandon.

Ever since Frankie unintentionally outfriended her, Cleo had been intent on winning back her status. Lala tried to figure out which couple the sponsors would respond to more. It was nearly impossible to decide between the two.