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Yesterday smelled like a debate tournament - like Eldorado, cold, cementy, coffee stink and bus exhaust. I could just picture the dozen or so frightened little Hobbs Eagles with their file boxes, dressed to the moderate 6's, ready to rock, roll, and honestly, just get out of classes for a Friday. Sans pillow fights, but with heaps of Sun Ripened Raspberry body splash, t-shirts with one single arm, Grandpa sweaters, and shaggy haircuts that grazed foreheads and ear lobes. Oh 1995, how wonderful & shitty you were, all at once.
2004-12-17 | 3:18 p.m.
