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Pi Delta Alpha Movie Night!
August 4 @ 2:00 pm - 4:00 pm
Join PDA as we take on fashion it’s self in THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA!
And come back on the 18th for THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA 2!
Times are in SLT.
Join PDA as we take on fashion it’s self in THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA!
And come back on the 18th for THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA 2!
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