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I’m a little worried about voter turnout. All day, I’ve been looking out the window toward my polling place, the St. Charles Recreation Center in Denver’s Cole neighborhood, in search of a line or any hint of chaos. But it's been very quiet. At 3 p.m., I walked over to the gym. The only people outside were few guys handing out "Vote 'No' on 47, 49 and 54" fliers. Inside, it was equally quiet. There was no line and just three other voters. My paper ballot was simple enough, except for one extra squiggle I made, on the presidential vote of course, that had me nervous until I showed it to a worker and he assured me my vote would count. Including the walk to and from the polling place, the whole ordeal took fifteen minutes max. I was expecting to wait two hours amid chaos like I did two years ago, feeling like I was making some great sacrifice to be a part of history. This was a bit of a let-down. -- Jessica Centers