Andrew Brooks

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“We’re a cheerleading squad, not an ancient sisterhood dedicated to fighting the forces of evil,” said Jude, heaping more salad on her plate. “You say ‘potato,’ I say ‘who was it that came home last month needing stitches down her ribs because she had just been attacked by a paper tiger?’”
Dying with Her Cheer Pants On
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