So this one time I fell in love with an ex-cheerleader. She was a tall and lanky woman from Wisconsin and had an accent vaguely reminiscent of a goose. She camped out overnight once to get a new N'Sync album the day it released. She told dirty jokes and always had a self-deprecating line at the ready. I didn't think I would have anything to say to her when we met. The first memory I have of her is standing up in front of a group of scrubbed down Peace Corps volunteers in an incongruously posh hotel conference room in downtown Philadelphia and confessing to thirty strangers that she had cried leaving her parents that morning.
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