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Re: Proms and Pentecostals
My wife and I were highschool sweethearts. I loved our prom. I can still remember how it felt to hold her and dance, the sent of the perfume she was wearing (California), and how I knew then this was the girl I wanted to hold forever. We danced and had punch. Laughed with friends and posed for pictures. It was great.
Afterwards her parents had an "after prom party" where we hung out until all our friends went home. I lived in the ghetto and my mom didn't care where I was and her parents felt it safer for me to just stay there after everyone went home because it was so late. They let me sleep in their finished basement. I remember feeling like I was dreaming. I felt so safe, respected, welcomed, and cared for. Her parents took me in like I was part of the family.
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