I wanted to be a cheerleader in high school. I looked great in the sweater and pleated skirt. My moves were unbeatable. My downfall was the spelling.
I was voted Mr. Congeniality by my high school senior class. To this day, I don’t know if my classmates had a profound sense of irony or they just didn’t know what the word meant.
Due to a clerical error th…
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