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I was seventeen the year my little brother made me a prom dress out of our late mother’s jeans, and by the end of that night, the whole school knew exactly what kind of woman my stepmother was.
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I was seventeen the year my little brother made me a prom dress out of our late mother’s jeans, and by the end of that night, the whole school knew exactly what kind of woman my stepmother was.
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