Volleyball Life
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Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Thu, Mar 12, 2015
There I was, standing there holding up a trophy with my team and having our picture taken by hundreds of people. We had just won the championship game for volleyball in our division and we were going on to play for best in state.
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