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Show "There's really nothing to it," said Mimi. She pulled her head through a slit in the blanket, which hung down in a point to her thighs. She had on a pair of bright pink shorts with black stockings underneath the shorts. The outfit looked a little skimpy for a December night in San Francisco, but Kim was too distracted to say anything about it. "I'm going to have to spend the whole night in the library," Kim said. "Why?" "Because I have to get facts and figures on women's basketball and stuff like that." "Mrs. Parker doesn't want statistics. She wants your feelings and experiences." "The only experience I've had is a grand total of two minutes on the court this afternoon. That wouldn't fill up half a line." "How about all that practicing you've done?" "Mrs. Parker wouldn't be interested in that." "Why not? Tell her what it was like to get on the team and your experiences during workout. Just let the good old Karma guide you." "Who's she?" "Karma...your inner driving feelings. Just spill them all out. Don't worry about spelling or grammar at first. Just get it on paper." "M-m-m...1'11 try," said Kim, still not sure what Mimi was talking about. And even if she could let her feelings all 134 |