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My sort of sport


 What can't you live without? The object  that in its absence would leave you empty like water in a drought. For me it is something most just look at as a hobby, but I need this to be free just like Dobby and the sock. This thing is football, and  before you look at me as a brute with an empty head, let me explain my case, as strong as lede. This sport may just be a child's venture, but it gave my world a whole new center. It gave my life new hope. Foorball gave me a platform to better myself. A way to elevate me to the highest shelf. It gives me a chance to go to college, and with a little monitory help,pursue higher knowledge. So when I am asked what I cannot live without I will always answer "football" with my words most devout  

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