Fresh Sans

It was a summer evening when several people, about 15 of them, were invited to a party. It was quite noisy, music was playing, lights were flashing, some were drinking, some were dancing, others were talking, and everyone else was going about their business.
Fresh had become acquainted with almost everyone and struck up a conversation, though he wasn't particularly enthusiastic. When he felt a little tired, he went to the table with drinks and snacks. He wanted something interesting to happen. Sipping from a glass, his gaze fell on Error, standing against the wall. He was an acquaintance of his, with whom he had a strained relationship. Error couldn't stand him, while Fresh, on the contrary, loved to tease him and joke around. So, Fresh decided not to miss this opportunity. He approached Error and, leaning his elbow on the wall, leaned toward the boy.

• Hey, Error. This party is sooo boring, don't you think?

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