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’s
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’t
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’re
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’re
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’s
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’s
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’s
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’m
lucky.ExceptforthenonstopMadonna—nooneshouldhavetolivewiththat.Goaaaaaaalllllllll!RioDeJaniero,BrazilWemanagedtogetticketsforafootball(soccer)matchatMaracanã,thestadiuminRioinauguratedforthe1950WorldCupthatfit200,000spectatorsandwashometosuchgreatsasPelé,Maradona,andRonaldo.Thehotelarrangedforavantotakeusoverthereandbriefedusonthematch;itwouldbebetweenFlamengoandGrêmio,bitterrivalsliketheYankeesandRedSox.Hewarnedustobeverycarefulsincewewere73PushupsinthePrayerRoomgringos,andtoonlyweartheredandblackcolorsofthehometeamsowecouldavoidtroublefromrowdyfans.Ifthehometeam,Flamengo,lost,wemighthavealotoftroublegettingoutoftheresafely,hesaid.Itwasjustaregularseasongame,buttherewerealmost100,000peopleinthestandsandtheplacestillonlylookedhalffull.Wehadthirtythousandpeopleinoursectioneyeingusupanddownaswewalkeddowntoourseats,butoncewesaidwassuptosomelocalsaroundusandshowedthemthatwewerereadytoroothardforFlamengo,itwasallgood.ShaneandIrubbedshoulderswiththefans,aseaofcelebratingfanaticsinredandblack,andtheylovedthatwejumpedupanddownandwentcrazyrightalongwiththemwhenwescored.Inbetweenthestandsandthefieldtheyhadmoats,twenty-foot-deepandtwenty-foot-wideconcreteembankments,andthenastripofconcretethatlookedlikearunningtrackinbetween.Theyexplainedtousthattheysolddiscountedticketstothepoorfavelakidsandputtheminthatsectionisolatedonthattrack,wheretheycouldn
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’ve
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