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"That's right! Senior Prom is here and it's ladies choice so ladies grab the best man and make him your one and only!" The intercom announced. Zoë groaned and let her head fall into her locker. I laughed at her silliness. "Do we have to go through that excruciatingly painful process?" She asked. I shrugged. "It is senior year." Zoë groaned and then she plucked her head from her locker and rolled her eyes before shutting it. She glanced at me and smiled. "We'll go together," she said. I laughed and nodded before heading to my class. There was an odd aura of excitement in the schools hallways as everyone admired all the letterman jackets that embraced all the football guys. I was excited too. Bash had invited me to the game and then the after party and even though I had more promine
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