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2026 CU Cheer Squad Tryouts Part 2
January 8 @ 3:00 pm - 4:00 pm
2026 CU Cheer Squad Tryouts Part 2
Thursday 8th January 3pm to 4pm
Come try out for the 2026 CU Cheer Squad.
Times are in SLT.
Thursday 8th January 3pm to 4pm
Come try out for the 2026 CU Cheer Squad.
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