For years she had collected magazine clippings of dresses she loved, taping them to her bedroom mirror and imagining the perfect night.
“Promise you’ll do my hair when prom comes,” she used to tell me.
“I promise,” I always replied.
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For years she had collected magazine clippings of dresses she loved, taping them to her bedroom mirror and imagining the perfect night.
“Promise you’ll do my hair when prom comes,” she used to tell me.
“I promise,” I always replied.