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The next morning, Carla saw it hanging on my door.
She stopped. Then she walked closer.
“Please tell me you are not serious.”
Then she burst out laughing.
“What is that?”
I stepped into the hallway. “My prom dress.”
She laughed harder. “That patchwork mess?”
Noah came out of his room immediately.
Carla looked between us and said, “Please tell me you are not serious.”
Noah’s face went red.
I said, “I’m wearing it.”
She put a hand over her chest like I had wounded her. “If you wear that, the whole school will laugh at you.”
Noah went stiff beside me.
I said, “It’s fine.”
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