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I vaguely remember how we became friends. Probably because we only had thirty minutes after school to find carbohydrates and change clothes for practice, sharing energy pills and Tiger’s Blood energy bars, guzzling cups of Gatorade, brushing hair into ponytails, ripping Adidas windpants off our legs, pulling Nike sports bras over our heads, shooting for one goal; to hit the hardwood and be at the half-court line at 2:59pm. Or perhaps it was after that practice when coach made us run ten-second, full court sprints for every free throw we missed during practice. Limping to the girls locker room we all collapsed, calves throbbing, glutes burning, thanking God that practice as over. Sore for a week, I questioned my reasons for playing this sport as I rubbed myself with Icy Hot and Bengay. I was on the girls’ basketball team.
From then on you could find us in the ...

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