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Lacrosse, or any sport for that matter was natural for us. So easy. When I walked on the field found they had made teams. Edward and Emmett stepped forward to fight for the ball. When Edward won, I sprinted downfield to give him someone to pass to. My strategy worked, effectively giving us one point ahead . The game continued like this until the mourning sun lit the sky. My team won. This is the mourning of the tryouts .
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