I'm in a high school gym with Hillary and Barack, trying to shoot hoops. There are basketballs all over but all the balls are flat, worn, heavy and hard to throw. I start complaining about this. Hillary is adamant that everything is perfectly fine, we're having a great time. She keeps shooting but nothing is going any where near the hoop. Barack seems to have a pretty good ball which he passes to me time from time, but we are both frustrated. We decide to go find a pump. Hillary says, Why? This is fine? But Barack and I leave to find a pump.
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