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"Mike you're not forgetable." I objected. "Says the girl who forgot me." He chuckled. "I remember prom night." I piped up, "And I remember how I spilled punch on those snazzy suede boots you had." He smiled, "You remember that?" He asked. "Yes." I replied. "Do you remember when we spiked the punch?" He asked with a twinkle in his eyes, "And Jenna Nanson got drunk and chucked all over Cheese Tray Chelsea Turner?" "Yeah!" I exclaimed, "Why'd they call her "Cheese Tray Chelsea?" I asked. "Because she got passed around at all the parties like a cheese tray." He replied with a giggle, "Stone cold harlot, that girl. Wonder what she's doin' now-a-days." "Probably raising her thirty kids from thirty different men." I chuckled. I looked up at Mike to see him staring down at me dreamily, "You haven't changed a bit." He sighed lovingly. I blushed, "But you have." I whispered. "I still love you." He blurted out. My stomach sank. How would I get out of this one?