Superiority strode into the crowded room and sneered at the swarm of inferiors surrounding her.  She felt as if she was unable to breath; the stench of those of the lower class was truly appalling.  People jostled her and she was completely unable to recall why she had permitted herself to be surrounded by these idiots.  Looking down her nose at the raucous, dancing crowd, she scoffed at the audacious girls throwing themselves at the clueless cute boys.  As she strolled to the snack bar, she noticed that others were jerking about in an exceptionally queer manner, which made them look like they were having seizures; she supposed it was their pathetic idea of “dancing.”  Even the food was substandard, she noticed, as she chewed on the bar of “top-quality” Belgian chocolate she had purchased.  Because this food was unfit for her consumption, Superiority carelessly tossed it into an awaiting garbage can near the door; yet she was unable to exit, as the doors were locked and she had no key.  Therefore, she was stuck at this tedious “party,” though she swore she had had a more entertaining time writing her ten-page long report about quantum physics, which she still did not fully understand.  However, if other people knew that she failed to understand quantum physics, she would not be able to retain her superior status and be no better than one of them.  Of course, she shuddered at this thought; they all knew she was far more aristocratic than all of them put together.  Uninterested in the lesser people around her, she sat in a chair and smirked at the pitiable array of revolting clothing surrounding her; she would, of course, never dress in a thrift store find like that girl.  After all, the best wore only the best, and she was the elite of the elite.

Author’s Note: I wrote another one!  (I had to)  Yay.  My friends all said it was good, but your opinion would be appreciated…

That means:

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