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Kamorea/Kk
The XL Center was packed. Like, shoulder-to-shoulder packed. The kind of crowd where if you drop something, just kiss it goodbye. I could barely hear myself think over the noise, but I wasn't complaining. This was the kind of energy I lived for.
Juju Watkins was putting on a show, and the crowd ate it up. Every spin move, every jumper—it was like watching a highlight reel in real time. But we weren't backing down. Paige was out there fighting like her life depended on it, Azzi was nailing threes like clockwork, and I? I was doing what I do best: hustling.
But I ain't gon' lie—USC had us on our toes. Every time we got ahead, Juju would hit us with some crazy bucket. By halftime, the score was 38-36, and I already knew this game was going down to the wire.
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