Even though I had just suffered through the lamest birthday party ever, my life was still pretty good. I was sixteen, and starting tomorrow morning, I would finally be set free on the road of life. As I shot a few free throws to warm up, Tim cut across his backyard. “Not bad ball-playing,” he called out. “For an old lady.” “Can’t you ever stay inside your own house?” I said, dribbling the ball. “You know I’m like the wind,” Tim said, “always blowing from here to there.” “There’s definitely some hot air blowing around here,” I said, “but it’s coming from your mouth.” Tim took the ball from my hands and hit an easy jump shot. As the ball bounced back to the pavement, he asked, “So, when are you going to pay up?” “I can see that your mouth is moving, but as usual, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said, grabbing the ball and driving toward the basket. “I’m talking about the bet,” Tim said, suddenly playing aggressive defense. “Remember a few weeks ago when Chris and I beat you and Kevin in basketball?
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