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to be different Everyone was milling around, making small talk, laughing, having fun, doing all the things that people are supposed to do at a well-executed party. It was his birthday, and there was a ring of people around him. He was glowing with delight. She looked at him from across the room and realized that he might have loved her, but he knew nothing about her. She looked down at her dress. It was a strapless red satin dress, with sequins bordering the top and bottom. She suddenly wanted to be wearing her flannel and long underwear, sitting by herself with a book, or a newspaper, or her thoughts. She just wanted things to be different. Copyright Janet Kuypers. All rights reserved. No material may be reprinted without express permission.