Not bad, huh?
I got personal coach now. 'Floater' some more.
But I have made it. At least, almost there. Where the boys no longer frown when they find out "they've got the girl on their team". Well, I play good D. I make the shots. I drive and then dish. I no longer pant like I did on the first day.
I just don't want to end up being the last draft pick.
But pride comes with a price-tag.
I end up crawling home every Saturday evening.
LeBron's coming to Macau.
Yes? No? I don't know.
My first ever.
Dalliance with the enemy. And it does feel a little exciting.

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