The (relatively) newly minted GHS Grads rolled into the Pelican bouillabaisse all fresh and excited. Then the storm hit.
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A whole bunch of people get together once a year because they have some relation to Janet, Linda or Randy. Sometimes they get along OK. There's also bad behavior, back-stabbing, and car accidents. You're entering a world of twilight and shadow, filled with ducktape, boiled peanuts, and mandatory balsamic vinagrette dressing. Its like a dozen cats in a room full of rocking chairs all carrying shotguns. The storm clouds are gathering.
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