...except a headache from my raging sense of guilt about not yet grading multiple assignments. I think it's time for another little something.
Let's see...I promised someone a young Brad.
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Hey there, young gun...
And I pictured this dreamboat all through gods in Alabama. Mercy.
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How about that ... smile?!
Okay, now I think I can work. Or maybe not. I kind of don't care anymore.