flapping vaguely downward through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
I legitimately forgot that I had these, and they obviously should have happened before the ball.
And after the ball:
Anyway, next up, the Bennett girls go for a walk and meet a douchebag (spoiler?).
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