One day I went to sleep and woke up in my mother's house, confused. I quickly ran to the bathroom to see a handsome young me, African American, no facial hair 5'2 in height with black dreads reaching my shoulders. Wait. That's me? Why am I young again? I have no clue what's going on. As I gawk at myself in the mirror, I try to remember what happened last night. Unfortunately, my memories are a blur. Suddenly, I was torn from my introspection, and whatever fleeting memories I was holding onto dissipated back into its fog. I see words in my mind telling me that I have three special abilities. I grip onto my forehead. The feeling is like a flashlight is blinding my eyes. As my mind recites the abilities, I cringe. The first ability is that I can't miss when I take shots in basketball. The second ability is I can't get tired when I'm playing sports with unlimited stamina. The last ability is to slow down time for three seconds.
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I Cant Miss !!!
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