My, oh my. I dug up my speech from Governor's School this summer. I have been sucker-punched by a slew of memories. Frisbee in the dark, hordes of cheerleaders, the long treck from philosophy to geography, the little catering boy (c), six hours a day working on Mr. and Mrs. Smith, Wal-Mart runs for no apparent reason, random hall parties....
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