A recent trip to the movies proved fruitful when I realized that I still had the camera in my purse after Savanna's dance class. My brother Michael, the true Jedi of the family, was happy to oblige me when I wanted to take a picture of him fighting Darth Maul.
(Michael won, hands down.)
Against the Mall he does not fair so well.
Kleenex? Handkerchief? A Jedi needs not these things...
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