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"What the f**k was that, Stephanie?" The slam of a thin steel wall locker threw an exclamation point on Amy's gripe. "You're completely out of time and you almost dropped Betty!" "It wasn't my fault, don't blame me, Ashley's rhythm was all off!" "Uh, excuse me, don't bring me into this, I'm perfectly fine!" "That practice was garbage and mostly because of you." Amy deflected the conversation back onto Stephanie. "That was one of worst ones in a while, we cannot bring that s**t to an actual game. f**k up like that again, see how long it takes before you get benched!" Stephanie ducked her head into her lock to block any view of both Amy and Betty with the door. She focused intently on removing her sweaty cheer uniform top and stuffing it inside. I did fine, I know I did fine, I kept the