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What She Knew
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We were on the upper field, practicing plays (I really hated practice; didn’t care much for games, either.) The incarnation of stupidity, or so we thought of him at that moment, came running up from the lower field – he had skipped out of practice and was arriving halfway through, out of uniform.
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