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Senior Year Nightmare

Drooping decorations and graduation mayhem turned to tears and depression after fight with high school steady. The memory of prom date from hell will hopefully disappear. The elaborate hairdo was furiously brushed out, and the uncomfortable formal packed away in the attic to be given to charity next year. The sweet whispers of love and the notes passed in study hall behind the back of old Mrs. Jenkins, the talk of a wedding the following summer, became heartbreaking memories when Tiffany Blake came to town.

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