Maryan laughed, “Of course I’m right. I’m always right.” She then took a piece of her long chestnut colored hair into her hand and started twirling it around her fingers. “So what was all in the drawer?”“Well,” I started before shifting my hip on the sink. “There was an old wilted rose, a plastic ring, and a worn handwritten book.”“Maybe a diary?” She suggested.I simply shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know, that's kind of what I was hoping you could help me out with.”Maryan lifted up one of her hands to scratch the back of her head while the other positioned itself on her hip. She stayed that way for a while and I was about to give up hope when she suddenly blurted out.“You know I bet you that both the rose and the ring are from Prom.”“Ahh of course Prom….whats Prom?”She laughed at my cluelessness. “I forgot that you were raised in the wild. I'm sorry Ayah, Prom is a big formal dance for teenagers in high school. The girls wore some big flashy dresses and the guys normally wo
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