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 | Not okay. Come on, Whats going on?*I started to go twards him.* Dad...* You sure?* | |
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| THirty years ago it happened, and sometimes it hits me like it was yesterday. Why didn't I look under the truck? It would have taken three seconds. Hell, it I'd checked for a flat I would have seen him.*Don't I'll be fine. You go on back to school.*I'll be fine. Tis happens every once in a while...you just haven't seen it. It'll pass.*Go. | |
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| Oh, Yeah?* That right?* Save me the suspense. | |
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| Jonesey, Jonesey, Jonesey, Looks like your coach jumped ship on you.*We had the Athletic Council meeting.*Thats right. Wait till you Special Olympics squadron gets a load of you letter requirements.* Simet went along with us; said it would be too easy for your boys to pick up points when there were no swimmers from the other team in some races. Got us to award the letter on 'personal improvement'. | |
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| Hey, we'ew improving. Why should that bother me?* What? That's not possible.* You'r full of s**t, Barbour. Simet would never do that.* Coach! Gotta ask you something. I whisper way to go! | |
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| Because it means you have to hit your best time every time you swim.*Probably it isn't. None of you guys can swim one race slower than you did the time before. one bad race, no letter.*Yo can get the details from him.* | |
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