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Daria: A Night at Stacy’s
Quinn was uncomfortable. Stacy had just dressed just like she had. “What are you wearing?”
“What do you want me to wear?” Stacy asked.
“And what’s that?” Quinn asked. Stacy was acting weird.
“I thought we could color our hair the same shade,” Stacy suggested.
She could she Quinn thinking. “Um, are you sure that’s a good idea,” she finally said, with her nervous giggle. Stacy loved that giggle.
“Are you saying it won’t suit me?”
Quinn was uncomfortable. Stacy had just dressed just like she had. “What are you wearing?”
“What do you want me to wear?” Stacy asked.
“And what’s that?” Quinn asked. Stacy was acting weird.
“I thought we could color our hair the same shade,” Stacy suggested.
She could she Quinn thinking. “Um, are you sure that’s a good idea,” she finally said, with her nervous giggle. Stacy loved that giggle.
“Are you saying it won’t suit me?”
