Nineteen

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"Put this on." Dex threw her a black tee shirt. She held it against her. "Now." He said looking her up and down.
"Uh, right. I'll, um, be down in just a sec." She ran up stairs and shut the bathroom door behind her. She took off her shirt and jacket and pulled on the shirt. Thankfully it was too big on her. She tucked it in so it didn't hang down so far, but left plenty out so her figure was hidden. When she walked down stairs everyone was outside except Mark. He straightened up when he saw her.
"Have you done this before?" He seemed concerned.
She shrugged. "Sure."
He looked at her for a minute. Then he shook his head.
"What?" She asked.
"I don't believe you! There's no way."
"Why?"
"The way you acted when you first walked in, like this was such a strange thing to do.  And no offense, but you are so tiny!"
She shook her head. "It's fine." She said firmly.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
The next thing she knew they were in an empty, quiet street. Most of the boys sat down to wait. So Michelle did too, it was better than standing.

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