“They said taking Molly to prom would be a pity date.”
I remember the way the words floated through the hallway — casual, almost careless. Not loud enough to start a fight. Just quiet enough to linger.
“They’ll call it a pity date.”
Maybe they thought I couldn’t hear.
Maybe they thought I agreed.
They were wrong.
Because what they saw was a stereotype.
What I saw was courage.
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