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A Villain, Nfl

You never meant anything to me anyway. If I twist my wrist and thrust it down, I flick my hips and slip away. If I smash my forearm into your grill, this is how I get my thrill. You never meant anything to me anyway. I am just a player, playing for fun. But when I begin to play for money, I flick my hips and slip away. Sometimes, brutality and reality collide. Brothers and players stand side by side. You never meant anything to me anyway. Well-off fans and super-rich owners, to the players, are nothing but donors. I flick my hips and slip away. The players always give their all, but always are expendable. You never meant anything to me anyway. I flick my hips and slip away.

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Chinedum Ekwobi

Date: 4/11/2022 7:56:00 AM

A Villain sure sounds villainous, hurrying not his remarks of unpleasantness. I've this profitably learnt from Campbell.

Scott Campbell
Date: 4/14/2022 3:52:00 AM

Thank you, Chinedum Ekwobi. I appreciate it very much.

Weston Gregory

Date: 4/10/2022 5:27:00 PM

A mirade theme piece, on one aspect the entertaining, the selling and some amount of resignation of money power. So much in this write

Scott Campbell
Date: 4/11/2022 4:55:00 PM

Thanks for the read and comment, Weston. I did not set out to write about American football, it just came out that way.