I keep telling myself it's fine. Every time I see the gleaming smile of Alex Rodriguez (which runs neck-and-neck with the amount of times you see John Kerry's pearly whites) I quickly turn away, like a spurned lover whose heart has not mended. (Full Article: 839 Words)

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