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I will wake up early, collect my books, and swing my computer bag over my shoulder.   I will open my locker, shove my book on the top shelve, and drink my coffee on the way to class.  
And what exactly do I do? I’ve played the game to it's extent And know the plays to their purest form, But now I am left defenseless, Or offense-less in this case. There is no deception,
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