human
We're going to 'lick' the sophomores,
gpt
Don't be too sure. We're out to win, cheerily answered Betty. She gathered her girls together and told them of some points she had noted about the freshman playing and they entered the game with confidence, though warned not to be too sure. The
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freshman was taken out after some too apparent fouls due to her performances, and the final score was eighteen to three in favor of the sophomores. They had won their first game at least, Betty said.
gpt
Now send up the score, girls, as high as you can with every game. No telling what we can do if we try!
human
Look out, Amy Lou, and don't get hit with the ball!
gpt
Forget the crowd, girls, and whether your nose gets shiny or not, advised Betty.
human
You're a graceful lot anyhow and usually succeed in avoiding a terrible scramble. But remember that we _have to beat_ those juniors!