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Homecoming 1975 - Ann Lee Miller
I tapped my foot and stared at the triangle of skin between James Knox’s brows and the top of his sunglasses—red-framed today. “What’s your answer?” I clenched my arms across my waist. “You’ve kept me hanging for a week.” He dropped his head, sighed, faced me. “Yeah, I’ll be your escort for Homecoming Court.” I […]
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