When it was coming to an end last night, I was feeling sad. Not because the Spartans had little hope of coming back, but because the tournament was coming to an end. My son cuddled next to me and my daughter cuddled next to me. Talking about "baxetball," heroics, and life.
But, as last night closed, more adventures and talks await for us. I just enjoyed those cozy times.
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