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Touchdown? In my imagination the quarterback had thrown his best spiral – a “Hail Mary” meant for just me. I looked over my shoulder, arms raised, ready to feel the ball drop into my sweaty twelve-year-old hands. I was almost across the goal, prepared to accept the applause of the crowd, but then I tripped. storyteller
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