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¿ ¾ Y X ö õ • ” % $ Î Í � œ a ` ò ñ u t f e ] \ , + Ý Ü Ò Ñ Ç Æ ¼ » º } | d c K J - , ê “The thought of being able to eat like an actual human for once N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N Nas "Sorry, forget I asked. Nas "Sorry, forget I asked." A "I live in Skin Row." Nas "How poor are you?" Nas "The price of the food is included in the tickets, man." A "What?" N "What?" F "What?" A "I’ll pass, I can’t afford any fancy food." Nas "What about you guys?" Nas "I think I’ll hit up the catering first." "Fuck." F "Mumbling." "Wow, it’s almost like the person who planned the entire event has insider information on the decor? Color me surprised." N "Oh! Oh! They go with my dress!" "Those nerdy little chinese lanterns are strung about from wall to wall." "More lights hang from the greenery and even the ceiling." "Inside is about as well decorated as outside." "The line to get in isn’t too long, and it only takes a few minutes to get inside." "I think about getting a picture with Lucy by it, but I think I’ve developed a serious case of photophobia." "You could tell it was rather recent by how there was smoke leaking out of the eyes and mouth." "A rather impressive mural of King Rex is spray painted on the wall outside by the ticket booth." "The students strung up various strings of lights along the overgrowths of vines around the school." "Pulling into the school’s parking lot by the gym, I take in the view." "..." Nas "Did I say something silly?" Nas "What?" "Everyone aside from Naser involuntarily sighs." Nas "His only condition was that he got to wear that mascot costume, which is rather odd, but whatever." Nas "He won’t be singing, but we did get Reed to be a DJ for the night." F "Good lord, no. My ears take enough abuse from him during the school day." A "I’d certainly pay to see him try." Nas "What, you want to hear him sing some opera?" A "So that was just a rumor? Damn." N "Naser, stop spreading rumors from the junior class." Nas "I heard that Spears might be giving a little musical number tonight." "Naser doesn’t chuck his jacket to the backseat as a divider, so Lucy and I get to sit next to each other this time around." "The ride in the NasCar is awkward and uneventful." "..." "I only manage a weak nod as Lucy rushes me towards the door." "FangDad" "Home by midnight." "I glance over and Lucy’s dad catches me dead in the eyes." "FangMom" "Oh fine, make sure to have fun at prom!" F "MOM!" "FangMom" "These photos need to have a special album all their own. Honey! We need another photo album!" F "Mooooom, can we finally go yet?" "Ten photos later I can tell she is getting just as antsy as I am." "Posing with Lucy is nice, but I make sure to be extra careful where my arms go in front of her dad." "I’m sure they’re just as surprised as I am that I’m actually going to prom." "FangMom" "Just a couple! I can even send these ones to your parents, I bet they’re just as proud of you as we are of Lucy and Naser!" A "Fine but we really should get going if we want to-" "Oh please god no more pictures." "FangMom" "Oh Anon, I never got any pictures of you and Lucy yet!" "Suddenly I feel another tug on my arm, this time Fang’s mom dragging me back into the middle of the room." N "Of course! You two deserve it after everything you’ve done." "Naomi gives me that smug as hell smile that I hate." A "I just want to have a good prom with Lucy without any more bullshit." ad “ “ y Ž � R Q ? > ¯ ® � œ z y q p < ; ' & Ñ
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