I swear I'm not much of a crier. I don't tear up too easily. I didn't even cry when Bambi's mother was shot (I know, I know). So, I definitely don't cry during speeches at a political convention.
No siree, not me. I laugh in the face of such ridiculous, unnecessary, unreasonable- wait, what? Tears? Oh those aren't tears, I just have something in my eye, er, both my eyes.
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