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I’ve seen Hoosiers a million times, and I still cry at the end.
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- Limitless
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- Visitors
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- Oh my!
- Double secret probation
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- From the Department of Redundancy Department
- Please tape this
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- April 28, 2004
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- The mouth that roars
- Dinner time
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- I took the red Skittle
- Drowning yet dying of thirst
- If I could design a flag...
- Crib
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- My teams won
- Laughing near you, not at you
- The Sheer Power of Words
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- No one special
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- I never lose
- Reevaluate
- One woman is an idiot
- Trees, grass, sand, water
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- Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
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1 comment:
And, yet, they always seem to win. Hot for Barbara Hershey? I am.
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