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“You made it?”
He lifted his chin. “Yeah.”
She smiled the way cruel people do when they want the pain to last. “That explains a lot.”
I stepped forward. “Enough.”
Carla looked entertained that I had challenged her. “Oh, this should be entertaining. You’re seriously going to prom in a dress made out of old jeans like some kind of charity case, and you think continue reading …
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