THE MISSING PROM DRESS

THE MISSING PROM DRESS

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WpMetadataReadTerminé jeu., janv. 15, 201513 m
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"Maybe someone stole it," I whispered, feeling a surge of anger and determination course through me Kyla has been waiting for this day since she was just a kid. She spent a long time preparing for the perfect prom experience only to find out that her beloved prom dress is missing. With the help of her friend, Newt Ellingson, they will explore the mystery behind the missing prom dress and create a special bond as they discover it together. Will Kyla and Detective Newt Ellingson be able to locate the missing prom dress just in time for prom?
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