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most are harmless.

Oh yes?

You see the look of them?

It is war.

Sometimes you have to fight to win, right?

- No need to go that far.

I do not know, but I think you do not need

fight to achieve anything.

Anything?

I once knew a guy who always

fought by the waves.

When someone got close, I would go

up like crazy and drove away.

No matter the face size,

the blockhead was not even there.

One day I was behind a boy

Morey-boogie, nervous to be in your wave.

I thought:
I will teach a lesson to this kid.

I'll scare him.

Then it went up but came so close

that the board hit him in the head.

I had blood everywhere.

The boy began to drown ...

- He was good?

- Yes, but with a scar on his head.

What happened to the surfer?

I'm living in Cincinnati.

You know, it's funny.

You're so worried by the fighting

wave that loses the chance to enjoy the sea.

Life is too short for that.

Since it is not fight, what do you like?

- I like the smell of the sea.

... the color of the setting sun and

surfing in the rain.

- You are a poet.

- No, I just know what I like.

I think you like what's cool.

We are talking and

not even know your name.

- Nikki.

- I'm Mitchell Goosen.

Nice to meet you.

- Nice to meet you too, Mitchell Goosen.

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Cool, now we have one less.

All right, we play with five.

Hey, the kid from California

can complete.

Okay.

You're in, surfer.

Who did this uniform?

Here ... here ...

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- Very good.

- I did not know it was our team.

It's the wrong goal.

- Sorry, man.

- Excuse? We lost the game.

See ... what you did was ... it was ...

Great!! It was fantastic!!

Beautiful shot!

Surfer,

see you at school.

Mitchell?

Slash your pooch.

- No, it's me, your cousin Wiley.

I thought I was dead.

Are you okay?

It was really cool, Wiley.

Remember to invite me next time.

Come, I'll help you.

- They will kill us.

- Do not kill for lost hockey game.

- You do not know these guys, believe me.

- Come on, Wiley?

- You lost the game, Mr. Goal.

- All right, whatever.

Are you limping?

O Lord, in the name of Buddha,

what happened to you?

- Playing hockey, mom.

- Hockey? My Little Wiley plays hockey?

Did you hear that Louie?

Now are hockey players?

Mitchell, I have shown my prize

Zamboni Driver of the year ?

- Not now, Father.

OK?

Hockey! Father, we have to buy

him a trophy.

- I have a puck.

- Not a puck, a trophy.

- First you have to win a game.

- It is good to dream, is not the father?

I s as playful.

- I realized I was playing.

Wiley, let's go.

Will be all right.

See, I told you.

Nothing will happen to us.

We'll be just fine.

Mitchell, how are you?

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