Title: Valgfritt

Text: My jumpers not falling, my dribbles not sure. My hand is not steady, My eye is not pure. The fault is my teammates - they don't understand. The fault is my coaches - what a terrible plan. The fault is the bad call by that blind referee. But the fault is not mine; I'm the greatest, you see. Then finally it hit me when I started to see. That the face in the mirror looked exactly like me. It wasn't my teammates who were dropping the ball and it wasn't my coach making the call. Hver avsnitt vil være en test.

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