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"Chrissie Christianson looks pleased with herself," Amy muttered into my ear, motioning her head towards the dance floor. I turned in my chair, looking for the petite blonde cheerleader. Grimacing, I spotted her. "Do you think she could have flaunted a little more of her body in that dress?" I kidded, smiling. "Look who she's with," Amy said pointedly, motioning again.

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