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Boy, was I right

I was so excited. My hair was up and curled, with a few starnds hanging from the sides, and I had the perfect dress, long and purple with silver sequins, and the perfect date. It was my boyfriend who I had been dating for seven months. I looked myself over one last time in the full length mirror attatched to my bedroom door, pausing to thank my mom silently for this amazing new bra, I smiled, they did look nice.
“Fay, honey, hurry up so I can take pictures before Will gets here!” I heard my mother yell from downstairs.
“Ok!” I shouted back, as I turned to grab my bag, containing my phone, ticket, and other essentials. This night is going to be a night to remember. I just had a feeling.
Boy, was I right…

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