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The pompoms lay close enough for her to grasp.
"Friction! yes friction..no wait, do I mean purchase?"
She placed the pompoms so as to not slide back down,
as she tried to slide up vertical.
Her hands sweating in anticipation,
became streaked with the purple and gold dye.
"School colors!" she shrieked.
Two more times she hysterically repeated her shrieking.
"School colors!"
"School colors!"
The third utterance was,
"Cool scholars."
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