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Dashed Dreams

I cannot get enough of the Olympics.  Any event and there is immediate buy-in.  It may be the remnants of my yesteryear days as a cheerleader or that I simply love the excuse to stay inside during 101 degree days and watch tv – but I love the Olympics.  I do the obvious: I choke up when the cameras scan to the parents, I cheer on my feet during a heated race, and I cry when the athletes realize their victory.   But more than anything, I find myself thinking about the losers.  I can’t stop from thinking about how it
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