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Mr. Marion Barry crashed my high school graduation. I'm not certain whether he was mayor at the time. Sweating profusely (not particularly surprising, it was June in DC with no AC), he spouted a few "inspirational" platidudes, standing next to the bewildered student council president, and disappeared.
It was the only redeeming feature of an otherwise crushingly boring and sweltering morning.
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