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Being Earnest
I waited until lunchtime the next day at school to ask Melanie if she wanted to go shopping for a dress for the dance. Her eyes got wide when I asked her, and she immediately looked at Joshua, who was so busy eating, he didn’t notice. I saw Melanie’s cheeks turn pink as she searched her mind for an answer.
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