proofreading#16

Until today I did not know what a true fan means. When he plays on TV, I can drop everything I do in order to watch him play. Almost every time he makes a shot, I clasp my hand. Sometimes when he gets a foul, I think a referee makes a bad call. He strikes as someone I've known for a long time, as if he were a member of my family. Sometimes I see him in a good position to shoot yet, his teammate does not pass him the ball. Then I begin to yell his teammate. It seems I favor him to succeed more than any body else. He gets a foul or makes a turnover but I do not say that he is clumsy and cannot handle the ball well. I love to watch the media praise him. It makes me feel good. I really like to see him to be successful in the league.

The last part of the book will be haunting me for the rest of my life. Every time I read it I feel a little chilling. It is horrible when he undergoes torture.

I was wondering whether or not it was worth it to go out with her to see the movie. I totally did not like it. I thought it was stink. Also I cannot have any fun at all. On the other hand, I would sit next to her. May be it would touch her heart if I watched with her. Then she maybe gives me some kisses. I really hate to do things that goes again what I like. I guess I have to do some sacrifice.

In her room, Bernice saw John who was pushed into well by his brother. She was hollering his brother to come to her room. Her brother rushed toward it. She told him exactly what she saw.









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