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Bad LuckAs we left the small town, we didn't know of the bad luck we would come across on this trip. I didn't expect the black cloud of bad luck to follow us all the way to Lewiston, Michigan. The ride up to Standish was long, but not never-ending. As I sat and looked out the window, my excitement was growing with each mile, each second. I guess the very limited space in the 2005 gray, Ford Escape that belonged to Mom's boyfriend didn't help. It felt like we were packed like sardines: My mother, my friend, Tori and I, plus all of our crap (Colons introducing a List). All this driving, the bags, beauty products, jewelry, and the dresses were for a dance I got talked into by my best friend, Bailey.
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