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When he arrived in Buenos Aires, Travis saw his dad in the crowd of people waiting for others to arrive. His dad was taller than most, didn’t have a lot of hair, and what he did have was mostly gray or white. He had lost some weight and looked pretty muscular. I’ll still kick his ass in basketball Travis thought! Dad saw everyone arrive and waved his arms like a windmill. Like we don’t see him Travis said out loud, and the other Harskis laughed. Travis immediately liked Buenos Aires. When he got to his new home that first day, his dad had arranged for a couple of other 7th graders to come over and say hello to him. The next thing you knew a few phone calls were made by his new friends and suddenly there were ten 7th graders in the back yard playing 5 on 5 soccer. And Travis was far and away the best player out there. It was shortly after that game finished that the problem started; they all wanted Travis to be on their team. It wasn’t because Travis was a selfish player and scored a lot of goals. It was because Travis was a team player, and still scored a lot of goals. He was fun to play with and everyone who was on his team knew that if they were open, Travis would get them the ball.
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