the party.

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"JESS! WE HAVE TO GO! IT'S A HUGE PARTY!" my best friend, Michael screamed into the phone. "Michael, you go ahead, you know I don't do parties," I sighed. "you're going. I'll be over in 10. pick out a cute dress or something," he ordered, ending the call. I picked out the only dress I thought was slightly acceptable. in no time,  the doorbell rang. I ran downstairs, flinging the front door open. "woah. JESS! YOU'RE LOOKING HOTTER THAN ME. WHAT THE FUCK," Michael gushed. I giggled, "let me finish my hair and make-up."

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OOPS.

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