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... ze that the gossip was the least of my problems.
Because, tell me why the HECK track was the activity of the day?!!
The wide field stretched out before me like some kind of medieval torture device.
Coach Jefferson’s whistle might as well have been a death sentence to my throbbing hip bone.
"Lazy! All of you are lazy! I don’t want to hear any excuses today!"
Coach’s voice boomed across the field as he paced back and forth like a drill sergeant.
Ugh ...
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