Why am I always the odd girl out? Why? And why must the odd guy out always be Mike? Curses. Why can't I get paired up with a slow boy? Or a stupid boy? Or a boy that isn't twice my size? Gosh dang! And he complains about me grabbing his arm. Well, if I could REACH the hand with the ball, maybe I WOULD! Nyah!
I actually don't hate it too much, except that I have to think hard to look like I'm out swimming him.
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it's because of your sparkling personality. you're so bouyant, that you're one of few who can safely be matched with them. :D
Whatever. Luckily, when we did some mixed scrimaging, I did get put in set with one of our little eighth-grader boys (okay, maybe he's ninth) and he pretty much died. They had to put restrictions on me, like I couldn't switch which shoulder I was guarding.
The bobcat can be...oh wait, being with her is never safe, no matter who you are. I have two scratches that look like a snake bite on my knee. Though, that was an accident.
tell me how the little ones' game goes today. i hope that ot's good and that we kick.
old candy. like finding a starburst in the closet. behind a sett of books.
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