gyurnec
Ugh, sports. I'm not a fan; I never really have been. I remember junior high football. Getting knocked around, jostled and jolted daily. Bruised and battered, I left the team with two weeks left. Good riddance.
It made me upset to think it was a copy. Second edition. Reprinted because those rare, scant first were eaten by metropolitan consumers. And here my second edition lays waiting for my eyes to scrape over the dulled text and engulf me into a tale which has been read before, My experience is ingenuine; I'm nothing more than a copycat,