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  • First day, and I'm already breaking camp rules. In the name of accountability, I am assigning myself to Camp Detention - that will be 100 literary push-ups, 3 laps around the Kurt Vonnegut camp compound, and then report to Sister Cecelia (speaking of strong and beautiful women) to feed the Tigers.

    Let me just say this in my defense – the beautiful and strong women of the world made me do it – and I’d do it again!

    In American Street Rap, as translated by an aging rapper-wannabe:

    "Yo, dig - globe be bustin' with Amazonian, Amazin' Superwomen, ya'all – hey, wake up, Clark Kent! - and smell the sweet fragrance of your high-flyin' alter-ego's match, ain' no Kryptononian fiction, bro, talkin' hot-hot-hot, 'nuff to scorch your cape, beauty's like that, sho is, ain’ no escape, embrace it, ya’all, dives way b’low the skin-deep level, ya just need to scope it, now - Peace Out!"
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