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During one game of basketball I was making a lot shots. When I was running super fast and one of the players on the green team tripped me and then I slid on my back and on the back of our jerseys the numbers are like the grippy kind so then I go the biggest skin mark on my back and my spine was bleeding but i didn't know it until I got home. But during that whole game my back was hurting so I timed out. I Told coach to check my back because it was hurting the whole game.

So I did not get to play the rest of the game because he said it was bad so when I got home I checked it and it was really bad because i had skinned it so my mom had to clean it it burned so bad that I was about to cry but luckily I didn't because I didn't want


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