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Wow, a whole bunch of people got upset because a teenage girl dressed slutty on the night of the dance when everyone ends up drunk and having sex.
Gee, this must have taken place in America.
Far as I can tell, it's a non-story about people with a whole lot of time on their hands, and some fairly laughable ideas of how to deal with teenage sexual expression.
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Dull sublunary lovers love,
Whose soul is sense, cannot admit
Absence, because it doth remove
That thing which elemented it.
(From "A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning" by John Donne)
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