Being a big girl now, I pushed those memories aside and picked up the soccer ball for the third timE. I tried hard to throw the ball but it only went about eight feet, then I decided to pick it up and dash with ball in hand towards the baseline, while annoyed thirteen-year-old boys screamed at me that I was ruining their lives. Memories of middle school softball came flooding back. Seeing that you weren’t going to let me out of the trouble, I became desperatE. And yet, you all just stood there, motionless. Wouldn’t it have been a better use of your time, and mine, if you had just walked around the fence and took the ball then? I was clearly struggling my smiles were more and more forceD. This is the point where I start to take issue with you. The ball hit slightly higher up on the fence and bounced back to mE. I threw the ball upward with all my strength, terrified by what happened next. While outwardly I was smiling, in my head, I was praying, oh God, oh please oh please oh pleasE. If you’ll remember, at your command, I agreed to try throwing underhanD. Trying to act casually, I said something about being out of practice, and then picked up the ball again. It hit the middle of the fence and bounced back to mE. However, wanting to appear agreeable, I put my bags down, picked up the ball and, eyes half-shut, and threw it as hard as I coulD. So you can understand why I’d be nervous at what I’m sure seemed to you like a laughably simple request. This results from my lack of natural ability when it comes to throwing, catching and hitting. More specifically, I hate sports involving balls.
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Before I continue, let me explain something that I didn’t have a chance to mention last night: I hate sports. Fighting the urge to drop my bags and run screaming down the street, I reluctantly (勉强地) agreeD. One of you approached and asked politely if I would throw the ball back to you. That’s when your ball came flying over the fence and landed in front of mE.
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I, a better-than-average looking young woman, was walking along the sidewalk with my groceries.
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Let me first refresh your memory: You, a group of fit, young men, were playing soccer on the field across from my apartment building. Dear Guys, I’d like to talk to you about the shame you subjected me to last night.