3192. 
 I had been noticing for a time that all my friends were behaving 
strangely, but the party made my position in my class abundantly clear. 
My classmates were giving me an ultimatum unawares, reject Jason, or 
become an outcast in my class. 
3193.
 But I was unable to bring myself to reject Jason, and it was not only 
because I had sworn to be his friend, it was more complicated than that.
 First it seemed to be a matter of simple honor, but also, Jason and his
 grandmother seemed to represent a strange and dark quality of life I 
knew nothing about, and I was attracted to them like an innocent to 
vice. 
3194.
 But the idea of the day of my party arriving and having nobody come was
 such a distressing prospect that I began to look around for some way 
out of the dilemma. How was I going to explain the change in my status 
in my class to my parents? Parents may or may not be interested in
 your grades, but when it comes to the question of ones social ranking 
in the class, what could be more important to the mother and father?
3195. Then, about a week before my birthday a bizarre situation arose that seemed to offer a way out my crisis. 




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