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The morning after: shallowness

The morning after Homecoming, Warren's memories of sidekicks becoming heroes and teachers zapped into babies seemed like dreams. But, as he drank his self-heated coffee, he realized that dancing with a Layla whose big brown eyes hadn't been full of someone else had been the dream.

Warren grimaced. He'd seen what happened when you let your guard down and fell for someone you shouldn't. Last night had proved that he wasn't his dad. But last night he'd danced with a girl who he couldn't burn and who would never burn him like the dream of Layla and her flame-colored hair.

FIN

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