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“It must have been the morons that were huddled up yelling ‘juicy’ or something,” stated Jeff. “What are you talking about?” I asked, walking back into our room from the cafeteria. “We were just told that we have to pick up a bunch of trash outside in the training yard because we left it a mess. I told him it wasn’t us but he didn’t care,” said Colby. “What?” “Zeta Jay. He said we have to clean up the yard. Water bottles and trash were left from yesterday,” replied Colby. “He was out there with his whole group. That’s definitely their mess,” I said. “Obviously,” said Jeff. Colby, Jeff, Roman, and myself make our way outside to survey the situation. We walked over to the area the juiceheads were working out in and it was a mess. It was not just clutter from people exercising, it was
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