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Last night they played Truth-or-Dare. In the dark. She really wanted to;
She was sort of the only one who did. But they all played. Lots of embarrassing,
crude, and lame questions were asked and many dares, falling into the same catagories,
were proposed. At one point He spun the bottle and it landed on Her. She chose Truth,
and He told Her to describe the perfect guy. She did... and He said that he knew someone
like that, even knew who She was thinking of, He bet. She said she wasn't thinking of
anyone in particular, but wanted to know of whom *He* was thinking. He finally whispered
it to Her. She spun the bottle and it landed on Him. She chose Dare. He told Her to go
and tell the One how She felt, that the One felt the same way too. And so she went out
the door.
And the rest of them sat there for a moment. In the dark. And then they
all silently stood up and left, went back to their rooms... because, the game
had no meaning anymore, it had fulfilled its purpose.
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