Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life. But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
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Ashley has the potential to see some vault down the line, but I she her as a starter on floor for us. She is a beautiful dancer and has some really nice skills. Right now Lauren is a great kid working hard in floor, beam and vault.
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He was always behind Anthony, he fell into that trap where I can do just enough to be OK, ... Now that you're a starter, you can't just be OK. You have to play at a level for us to win. That's good for us.
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Last year he learned how to be a major league starter on a real good team. He hit a couple bumps in the road earlier, but he's good.
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[If there are any worries about new Miami QB Kyle Wright, Hurricanes coach Larry Coke isn't showing it.] Since I named him starter, he's taken the ball and run with it, ... He knows what to expect.
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