Lisa Cording, 15, is a honey blond with a Farrah Fawcett haircut and big brown eyes. She is also so keyed up she can hardly sleep. Her hands are swollen from hours of baton twirling. The light fixtures in her bedroom and the family dining room have been smashed, victims of incessant twirling. Her mother complains that at 2 a.m. she can still hear the thump, thump of Lisa practicing her "routine" out on the patio. Lisa twirls in the bathroom, and once tried to twirl in the car.
The reason for this madness?...
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