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... t. In fact, I would go so far as to say that I hated it more than anything else.
I didn't know anyone who would be happy running around in a circle for half an hour, only to be forced to play some sort of sport afterward. On my best of days, I was a klutz. I had two left feet, and if I didn't want to break a bone, I needed to be very careful about where I put them.
On bad days, I was likely to take out anyone in the surrounding area.
My lack of coordination was a constant ...
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