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18 balls in junior high my friends and i had a club called “balls” we stood around at lunch time singing “balls balls we are balls sour-balls lemon-balls sugar-balls butter-balls” that’s when the dean of girls called us into her office told us it was against the law to have a club made us promise to break it up that’s when we went underground with secret signals double and triple dutch meetings before school at the a-1 bakery on 24th street where we’d all gather and eat jelly donuts until that christmas when joanie and i were sitting on my front steps singing jingle balls and my older sister went into the house and told my father ...

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