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Reputational Notoriety 8

So, I’m walking down the main street, and I see this group of kids playing football. They’re kicking it around like they’re in the World Cup or something. I’m just standing there, reminiscing about my glory days. I used to be a star, you know? Well, in my head, at least. Anyway, one of the kids kicks the ball, and it comes straight for me. I dodge it like a ninja. I’m like, “Not today, little dude!”

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