dear mr. mcgrady,
you are no good. i mean, bad. real bad. this is a game of intangibles and you've got none.
what you do have is a brittle body and major wonk eyes.
oh, and an uncanny ability to fail to reach expectations.
i mean, at least you've got some money, so there's that.
sincerely,
WHITNESS #51
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