I smile as I step out of the car, my boots crunching against the gravel beneath my feet. It's one of those perfect spring days - the sun shining brightly through the crisp, cool air, a bit of breeze carrying that intoxicating earthy, damp smell of the season. My smile broadens as I remember that quote from Miss Congeniality: the "perfect date" was April 25th, because "it's not too hot, not
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