Project #11: Wicked

I posted on Facebook how I cried through the first half of Wicked this week at the Paramount with my mom.  I had seen it before; in Portland.  I cried then too. 
I ran into my friend Amy.  She was running.  I was in my car.  When I rolled down the window before I could say hello, she said, "I cry at Wicked too. It's because we're Elphaba."
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Enough said but then Amy told me car was making a funky sound. Great.  Just Great.