We worked really hard that afternoon, decorating for the Band Christmas Party. I went home and stayed home, miserable because I didn't have a date, silly teenager.
On Monday, everybody told me what a good time Betty Hood had. She didn't have a date, either.
I wish Betty hadn't moved away to graduate with strangers. I wish I could tell her what I learned from her.
I won't let the absence of a date, or anything else I might imagine I was lacking, keep me away from a good time with friends, now.
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