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Prom Proposal


When I first met you sophmore year, you threw a ball at my face. I did not care

I knew you were just playing, so I did not get mad at you because I did not really know you

Since then we become good friends. 

You are a strong independent women with a warm heart. You don't take no shit from nobody.

You make me laugh. Even though it may may make me uncomfortable to ask you to prom

I can't help but ask will you go to the prom with  me.

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