The poor girl, she probably spent months and months making her dream dress: a gold number with a whole lotta skin and a train. She probably spent those same months day dreaming of the moment she walked into the Marriot, the record would skip and a beam of light would focus on her and her glorious gold dress. She would say something like, " Lez git this paerty stahded!" and then Riahnna's "Please Dont Stop the Music" would pump through the Marriot's Conference Room "B" Speakers and it would be a night that she would never forget. Live the dream, Marche! I say fight for your right to dress as you like! If your mama is cool with this than I say, go on!
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That's where you should put a picture of your prom dress... PROM QUEEN !!!
I wanna see it.
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