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It was a rainy tuesday ; I got soaked sneaking into, my favorite team the Chicago Bulls locker room. I had got pass security, at the gate I had on one of those , shiny red dresses that their cheerleaders wear on their web-site. I had been so down hearted about their losing streak. I had my trusty bullhorn by the handle,(no pun intended!) . The coach hadn't got there yet, I yelled okay you -itty-bitty little, rosebuds ; I want you to get in there and, KILL-KILL-PRESS-GIVE ME THE BALL, OR I'LL KILL YOU!! I would tell you rest but, I can't, I'm under restraint.
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