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When I got home and asked Dad about the party, he wouldn't let me go. I can just imagine Jane there, talking to boys. What kind of jerk can't even go to a party because his parents won't let him? I don't even want to talk about it, I'm so disgusted and mad. It makes me sick. Goddamn him. I really, really hated him. I won't even go into his reasons. As a consequence I spent a gloomy evening at home watching TV. | ||
