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English-122 The air was still and warm like summer, but the trees had already began to change color. The trees bright green leaves all started to show their final beauty, Some just turning deep orange, some already reaching red, and few that were soon to fall, or ones that were already laid to rest on the ground, a dull brown. Dusk had just began, and the hue of the orange-purple sky had began to show. My team and I arrive at the stadium in the claissic, from the kiddy books, bright yellow school bus. A new song was playing over the stadiums sound syster, a song I really liked, but still do not know the name of. That song play as I arrived made me feel confident that I would have a good game. The stadium we were in belonged to both napa High

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