It was in the middle of December, and it was at least 25 degrees or lower. As I walked up to open the door, I could barely feel my hands; for it felt like I had frostbite. When we walk in I can see my whole team, and I got so pumped. Happily my brain was yelling, "Initiating game mode!"
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The Thought That Counts
Short StoryA short story about what happened at one of my basketball games.
