[After spending the afternoon making liberal use of (not entirely legally acquired) concealer for the spot on his neck, Raymond has finally found his way to the square. His tuxedo doesn't look like it fits him well, and it's probably a mystery as to how he obtained it in the first place. He's also spending more of his time looking around the premises rather than actually dancing or getting into anything else, but he's here and that's what counts.]
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