February 23, 2010
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Hot, sweaty, tangled bodies. My heart’s pumping like a machine. I feel my neck is about to break or my head to pop. I’m anxious to be out of luck and win the match. Maybe tomorrow I will like this better and grow stronger. When my coach calls my name, I look at my opponent.

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