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After spending the entire afternoon looking at prom dresses (Marisa still couldn't find one she liked enough), Cassie suggested that the best thing we could do on a Saturday night was go have fun at a club.
I suspected the only reason everyone agreed was because they were determined to drag me out of the pit of misery I had buried myself in, no matter what it took.
At first, I flat-out refused, but the three of them somehow managed to convince me. In the end, I agreed to go with them.
Cassie was right.
If I really wanted to move on with my life, I had to stop acting so miserable.
Besides, I figured dancing, having fun, and getting a little drunk wouldn't hurt anyone.
After changing into clothes that were more appropriate for a nightclub (or wherever Cassie was planning to take
