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I'm home! I'm home, I'm home, I'm home! And I missed a week of school oh my God, I'M NOT GOING TO GRADUATE there are three envelopes waiting for me! The Cornell one is awfully thin. Oh, shit.
[A pause while Katie opens her mail. A few false starts, then an even longer pause.]
Well, two out of three isn't bad.
[A pause while Katie opens her mail. A few false starts, then an even longer pause.]
Well, two out of three isn't bad.
What do you mean "at least"? Those are some super sweet schools. We are not talking night classes at community college. Do not doubt. You rocked it.
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Yes, I suppose you're right. Thank you, very much.
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No probs.
Hey, as your last high school hurrah, you want to crash PS 666's prom with me and some peeps? There may or may not be a gasoline punch fire.
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You know what? I most certainly would. It sounds like a lot of fun.
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Sweet! Unfortunately we've got to do the whole dress thing, since there's a dress code otherwise you can't get in the door, but after that we own the night. If you've got any ideas just shout 'em out, here's what we have so far:
[Under a lock Katie is informed of the infant plans for lighting the punch on fire and replacing the DJ's soundtrack with various undanceable music.]
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Hmm. I should probably find myself a dress, then. I wonder if I can find something appropriately taffeta'd out at a thrift shop. I'd rather not buy something expensive that I'm only going to wear once.
[Delilah]
Oho, that is masterful. I haven't gotten any ideas yet, but as soon as something good comes up, I will let you know.
So, uh, do I know any of these 'peeps' who we are crashing with?
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Nate works at this place that might have something good. I'll let you know when Rita and I go hit it up.
[Katie]
Yes, and you do too! Rita and Nate so far, looking for other conspirators.
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