Ron Hoestery had gone to a party. Hoesterey wasn’t sure just what kind of a party it was, but as soon as he pulled up to park, he began to feel intimidated. All around him were sleek, black vans and limos.
There wasn’t one other car that looked even remotely like the common make or model of the car he had arrived in. Nevertheless, Hoesterey strolled into the party and began mixing with the crowd.
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