carl azuz is love carl azuz is life

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I continued to read over the papers, imaging them in Carl's voice.

I practically had his voice memorized. It was soft, almost like silk. How he could crack puns easily.

I steadily printed my fingers across the words, imaging them as him saying them.

He opened the door, I looked up. I started shaking slightly as I realized that it was time to record.

I nodded, stood up and walked inside at his desk. There were many cameras, I wondered how he could do this everyday without cracking under pressure.

They started and I began to recite the events for today.

"A U.S. Citizen shot in another country. Detroit teachers debating. And a study on mobile devices." I said, reviewing the topics that were going to be spoken about today.

Once the first clip rolled about the U.S. Citizen I moved away from his desk to let him do the rest.

It was fascinating to see Carl Azuz, in person, doing CNN Student News.

It was probably better than my gay fantasies about my friends but it wasn't just a probably.

This was for real, not a fantasy.