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So it’s 9:30 pm in Grand Rapids, Michigan. I ate too much Thai food an hour ago; my fancy new gold Doc Martens are threatening to cripple me for life; I’m standing in a bathroom that isn’t much bigger than a port-a-potty trying to get my cheek contouring right (having my very own Miss Congeniality “I can’t remember which one of these is lipstick” moments); and there are about 400 people chanting, “Betty! Betty! Betty! Betty!” 

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