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Personal Narrative: I Believe In The Love Of Basketball
The unforgettable times where I gasping for air, legs getting weak feeling the burn, feels like I’m not gonna make it out of that gym, but when it's all over I know you accomplished something and the only reason I keep going is because I believe in the love of basketball.
That moment when a guy says “girls can’t play ball”, and I get that urge inside to prove him wrong in a game of one-on-one , to see the look on his face of

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