The Teenager Formerly Known as Me: Or How Baby Got His Groove On by Cheryl Dumesnil

"You'll never guess what Jess' dad offered me." Through the phone, I heard the freeway rushing past Tracie's open car window, warbling the sound of her voice.
"What?" I asked, sitting on the edge of our bed, short of breath from rushing my seven-and-a-half-months pregnant self down the hall to answer the call.
"Tickets to the Prince concert."
"What?! No F-ing way."

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