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Nothing like the echoing blasts inevitably emitted in Junior High Gym. You remember the stretching exercise where you laid on your back, brought your knees to your chest and then extended your legs horizontally without letting your heels touch the ground.
The sublime mixture of concrete walls, pine floors, paper thin shorts, the right stretches and a teenager's concept of humor.
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We need the kind of courage that can withstand the subtle corruption of the cynics - E.W.
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