The Mask.

... The Mask "No, I don't think so," Rolando said to his friend Chub Bennett. "Come on, man. We got to do this," Chub said earnestly. "It's free!" They stood in their high school's main hall looking at the bulletin board. "I can't dance, Chub," Rolando said, shaking his head. Then he read aloud from the poster they were discussing: "Annual Scarlet Fasani Costume Ball." He glanced at Chub. "Who's Scarlet Fasani, anyway?" "Dunno," said Chub. "My grandpa went to school here. We can ask him. He's driving me home today. C'mon." "It's a tragic story, with an air of mystery about it," said Chub's grandfather. He glanced up into the rear view mirror flaring his eyes at Rolando in the back seat, and Rolando knew they were in for one of grandpa's 'tales'. "Her father," the old man continued, "was probably the richest man in town. He had everything,

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