“Prom, who needs it?” Michael claimed. Molly looked at him and smiled as she turned her attention back to the tv. “All we need is Molly Ringwald, you know you guys have more in common than just a name. An eighties marathon is all we need.”
“Sixteen candles, Pretty in Pink,” Molly said. She sat there thinking. “Hey Michael, do you believe in past lives?”
“Um, Molly, what’s wrong,” Michael said. He looked at her and watched as a single tear slid down her porcelain cheek.
“If there is I hope that in some place in time I was brave enough to dance, at least once.”
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