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I honest-to-god had two dates to my Senior Prom.
One was a girl I knew from the place we both worked, she was about three years older than me and hot as hell. No, we were never more than friends, but man did I get looked at differently after some of the Jocks saw me come in with her on my arm.
Then, about 20 minutes into dinner we get a call that one of our friends has been ditched literally on the doorstep by the jackass of a boyfriend she had, so I cut out, picked her up, and made yet another grand entrance.
I walked out of the hotel ballroom with a lady on each arm that night, and it was one hell of a way to punctuate the end of a high school career that was otherwise decidedly uneventful.
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