Amazingly, the ball is flying back to me, my protruded eyes witness its dreadful spinning and speed; and the haughty heart shrinks and realises a ruinous sequence is to be ensued. A few moments back… my high-strung racket stroked the ball and posted it to the inaccessible address of the rival. As over-powered I was …
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