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Unformatted text preview: like sand paper when the room is not being used for its purpose, but when used for its designated reasoning the walls are slick as a slip and slide. Bodily perspiration seems to cover every inch of the room in every way possible. Only one voice is clear enough to be made out through all the other auditory noise being produced by an exalting wrestling practice. Sounds of heavy breathing, constant movement, and undefined yelling that can never seem to be made out fill ears. An extremely high ceiling, accompanied by broken panels of ceiling tiles, make the room seem as a never ending holding cell. Escaping from the three hour hell is a feeling not many have experienced, and can honorably enjoy, until practice starts again the next day....
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- Fall '11