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Friend. Girl. Girlfriend?

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“How do you know my name?” Carolyn McAdams stopped, hands on her hips, but a smile playing on her face, to confront the dark-haired freshman who had accosted her in the hall.

“I can see into the future,” David Freeman bowed elaborately, unable to admit that after being rattled around the big high school like the bean in a maraca all day, he’d found himself so spun around that he forgot that he shouldn’t say hello to the girl who once saved his life. “You’re going to the prom with me. And you’re going to be the prettiest girl there.”