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I am! What a great feeling. My wait in line was just long enough to chat with the woman behind me, whose first voting experience was also 1992. The fall air was crisp but not cool. And no one knew that underneath my innocent-looking KU fleece vest, I am wearing my Vote Obama shirt. It was all in all a delightful morning for democracy.
In the interest of full disclosure, I must admit this: I cried a bit while filling out my ballot. I'm a big ball of gooey cheese for the big, historical moments.
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I cried too. It was awesome.
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