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The dance of all dances!
The chance of all chances.
A date with the cutest of boys.
The cost of the blue satin dress?
A mere two hundred and three.
And Ian would soon arrive
by a little past five.
Addie posed for photos with her father,
then with her mother,
then a few by herself for good show.
"You're surely a stunner," said Dad.
"Really gorgeous," her mom had to add.
And when Ian came, he simply agreed.
The dinner with friends soon came to an end,
and the live band was starting to play.
Ian asked for a minute to speak to someone.
Addie thought nothing was in it, just fun,
until twenty minutes had passed,
and Addie was aghast
when she saw Shanna in Ian's arms,
laughing,
so golden and gleaming,
in a dress made for dreaming.
The blood nearly drained from poor Addie's face.
She tapped Ian's shoulder.
Anger made her bolder,
but civil and formal and fine.
"I'll be leaving now, Ian.
So I'd like to say thank you
for a really nice dinner
but an awful and terrible time."
Head held high, Addie left,
though she felt so bereft.
She called up her dad for a ride home.
But then on the way, she asked to delay,
and asked to borrow her dad's pocketknife,
just to cut out the initials "I" and "A"
from the tree Ian had once carved for her.
Then Addie plopped back down in the car,
and cried with great sobs
over the sheer, striking agony
of her high school prom loss.
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