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PROM DATE.

           sophie’s lips didn’t pause before spreading into a broad smile. food as bribery ? it seemed he didn’t forget all her weaknesses, even if they had known each other years and years ago. he made her feel like she had two legs again.       alright, alright, you’ve convinced me. let’s get this dress on so i can cut everyone in line for the food with my wheelchair.   

          grin splitting his face in two precedes his departure from the room, only for him to reappear moments later with a floor-length maroon dress that he lays down on her bed.   (   izzie said it would look good on her.   )   obviously unaccustomed to wearing a tuxedo, the sleeves are idly pulled down by his respective hands, shoulders rolling & weight shifting from foot to foot.      do you —— ? you don’t —– do you need help? y’want me to get a nurse?