There's a certain statue at my alma mater that, local lore has it, will come to life and disappear if a virgin ever graduates.
I remember being told this as a fresh-faced 18-year-old, straight from the Midwest and convicted as all hell, and I determined that the statue would finally leave on my graduation day, if the stories were true.
It didn't, because neither did I.
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
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