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Prom Dress

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Published: Nov 13, 2013

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So this was SUPPOSED to have a lot more going on- I had Saffy in her prom outfit to the right of the page, then the Peach Creek cast's reactions. (Namely, Ed teasing Eddy and Eddy being all like, "Shut up, Ed.", Double D and MissInspirational's Abbi like, "Oh hay gurl!", Nazz and misc people looking surprised and so on, but unfortunately, I kinda fucked it up during the inking process, but this was the best sketch of Prom!Saffy I did, so it seemed a shame to waste it. XD

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