Every morning I wake up, get a shower, wash my face, and brush my teeth, turn on GMA and listen to it while I put makeup and get dressed. And 3 out of 5 mornings I tear up. Damn GMA. Whether it's a segment about a toddler surviving a plane crash or Robin Roberts walking down the runway and finally feeling pretty after battling breast cancer, I can't hold the waterworks back.
I don't shed a tear at Phantom of the Opera, but just turn on a little GMA and the tears can't stop flowing.
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Only gangstas call it GMA.
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