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"Just open it," Gwen said "You know you can’t hat you’ve got on They’ll kill you"

"Cheerleader as pedal The Cadillac lurched forward, throwing them back The radio snapped on with a fuzz and a pop before juclose behind Isobel gripped her seat as the car sped away from the stadiu the curb She glared at the back of Mikey’s absurd hair, which resembled that of a bomb-blasted, smoke-charred cartoon character’s

Next to her, Gwen, i folds of lace

Isobel’s eyes widened

"What?" said Gwen

"Gwen, I can’t walk in there wearing that thing!"

"Why the hell not?"

"It’s pink!"

"So?"

"Uh--hello--did you not see Carrie?"

"Plug it up!" Mikey cried, and banged the steering wheel rapidly in tune to the dru a stateown across her own lap, pulling the zipper down

"I’oth prom"

"These are the shoes," said Gwen, and shoved a pair of rose pink flats into Isobel’s lap

"Gwen, no!"

"Look, it’s going to be crowded Everybody between here and the Indiana underground is co How else is he supposed to find you? Honestly, you’d think I was sending you off as a virgin sacrifice"