A Historic Night

It was a historic night. And not just because it was that night that Dan finally kissed Alice. It was a historic night. Not just because it was the night that Old Gill got his revenge on those punk teens.
It was a historic night, not because Mrs. Annabeth murdered her husband in cold blood. Not because I finally managed to meet a ghost, and not just because my English Professor declared that he was half horse. Which explained a lot including the half horse body.
No. It was a historic night because tonight my cat tried to scratch my eyeball out, but in her defense I forgot to feed her.

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