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    Back in elementary school,
    Tuesday, February 16, 2010, 12:05 PM
    There were no worries. No colleges to impress. No internet. Just kickball. Love was getting married in the playground, and nobody expected anything. Cooties were the worst of it, and there was a simple procedure to remove them. There was no weed. The only weeds were dandelions, and we wore them in our hair. Heaven looks a lot like elementary school.

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