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a tiny gymnastics note
I suppose this is a spoiler, so I shall cut it.
You were not imagining things: you did in fact just hear that gymnast, the taller dark-haired one whose name I can't remember (there's the noisy little one named Jonathan, the tall redhead named Justin, the medium-sized dark-haired one whose name I can't remember, the Chinese kid named Kevin, the Indian kid named Raj, and the Russian kid named Sascha -- in roughly that order of precedence, now that I think about it) say "Never give up, never surrender". It happened. Oh, you crazy gymnastics kids, how popular culture permeates all the way through to you even though you can't possibly ever have time to go to the movies.
You were not imagining things: you did in fact just hear that gymnast, the taller dark-haired one whose name I can't remember (there's the noisy little one named Jonathan, the tall redhead named Justin, the medium-sized dark-haired one whose name I can't remember, the Chinese kid named Kevin, the Indian kid named Raj, and the Russian kid named Sascha -- in roughly that order of precedence, now that I think about it) say "Never give up, never surrender". It happened. Oh, you crazy gymnastics kids, how popular culture permeates all the way through to you even though you can't possibly ever have time to go to the movies.
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We could even order a pizza, if we felt like it.