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visibly steadying himself. “I need her measurements.”
“Prom is in two weeks. I can do this. I know how that sounds. But I need you to trust me. And I need you not to tell her anything. Not one word.”
I stared at this boy I had watched grow up two houses down from us, from a chubby six-year-old riding his bike in loops around our cul-de-sac continue reading …
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