Memory Poem

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walking into the loud, thunderous arena for the first time with hundreds of screaming fans cheering for their respective team. Over all of that I hear the sound of people selling hot peanuts which you can smell from outside. As i sit down with my box of hot buttery popcorn in one hand and cup of cold soda in the other hand, I hear the sound of the buzzer go off and the ball went into play.





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