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Last Dance It was the last dance of the year, and I couldn’t wait to go. I had my Dress on, shoes cleaned and hair perfectly feathered. All was set. My mother staggered into the living room, holding a glass of wine. “I Hate to burst your bubble,” she slurred, “But you’re not going to the dance.”
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