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When we walked into Karen's house, she was still getting ready in the
back room. Her mom said "Hi" to us all and then called back to Karen
just as she was walking down the hallway.
I knew how good Karen looks when she dresses up, so I flashed a big smile to Gordon. When he saw her at lunch, she didn't even have make-up on, and she hardly combed her hair. Now she was looking so pretty! I don't see why she doesn't try to make herself look good more often. Karen's mother took lots and lots of pictures of all of us. She got pictures of each couple, then just the guys, then just the girls, then all four of us, and then repeated the whole thing once we had pinned our flowers on each other. I'm sure that out of the whole footage there'll be at least a dozen good shots. Then we all got into the limo to drive off. I got to show off all the neat toys to my pals as we drove along. We were so psyched, we spent most of the ride bouncing from seat to seat, drinking the free pop. We were playing with the little TV and VCR and CD player, and I felt stupid for not even bringing along some music or a movie or something. The best part was that we could be having so much fun in the back and other drivers could only imagine what we were doing, what with the dark windows and all that. I love my daddy for renting this limo. | ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
by Brian Tivol |