Remember all the things we wanted. Now all our memories, they’re haunted. We were always meant to say goodbye. Even with our fists held high, it never would’ve worked out right. We were never meant for do or die. I didn’t want us to burn out. I didn’t come here to hurt you. Now I can’t stop.

Kelly Clarkson, “Already Gone”

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Janet Morris

I'm from Huntsville, Alabama. I've got as many college credits as a doctorate candidate, and the GPA of some of them, too. I have a boss by the name of Amy Pond. She's a dachshund. My parents both grew up in Alabama.