It was late when Sally entered her room. She quickly dressed for bed, turned off her light, and leaped into her bed.

"How was, uh," Und paused, "Prom?"

"It was a lot of fun. My date was a gentleman. We ate dinner and then went to the dance. We danced for hours."

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"I'm glad you had fun at your dance," Und said.

"School will be over soon, and my birthday right afterward," Sally whispered.

"Your eighteenth birthday, to be exact."

"Yeah, the birthday," Sally said as she began to snore quietly.

"Goodnight, Sally," Und whispered.