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Riding home in the car…..
Me: Who are you playing in this playoff game?
14: Bluefield. They’re #1. We’re #16.
Me: That’s harsh. Good luck.
14: We could win! They don’t know anything about us. They didn’t even know Coach Hardman is our head coach.
Princess: Who is the head coach?
14: HARDMAN. I just said COACH HARDMAN IS OUR HEAD COACH. You don’t know ANY of the coaches so shut up.
Princess: I know ALL the coaches.
14: Name them.
Princess: There’s the guy with the beard. The guy who’s bald–
14: I said NAME THEM.
Princess: Beardy. Baldy.
14: Stop the car. I want her out NOW.
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