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Every shower felt like a horror movie.
I couldn’t stop crying.
My mom tried to be positive.
My dad tried to be strong.
Neither of them could hide how scared they were.
And if they were scared, how was I supposed to feel?
By Wednesday night, I had made my decision.
I wasn’t going to prom.
Simple.
Problem solved.
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