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“Well, duh, we are The Warriors. Of course we won at Homecoming,” Hilary chortled as she walked into the drizzle after school.
“That’s like, so disagreeable – being a Warrior,” huffed Hilary’s companion Mary Elizabeth. Her blond ponytail bobbed as she skipped ahead in her blue cheerleader’s uniform emblazoned with a huge white plains Indian emblem on her chest. “Gawd, we hardly have feathered-hat Indians here. Ours are basket hats.” “Face it,” she went on, “our mascot is a putdown on a bunch of levels. The new tribal school got it right when they made their mascot an eagle.”
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