Up until about two weeks ago, every day I wished that I was old enough to vote.
Not anymore.
I met Hillary Clinton on March 7, 2008. That is a day I will never forget. Something in me changed after that. All of a sudden, I knew what I was going to do; what I was supposed to do.
It's not that Hillary was a woman. She was the best candidate- the most
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It felt a lot better afterwards
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