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Most tiring tennis session. EVER. EVER. What's with these guys and their love for the slice? I'm just jealous because I don't know how to hit it. I'm quite pleased with today's session though. I actually hit a shot that I still remember, a backhand cross-court passing winner (WINNER!!!!) that wasn't one of my randomly-hit-and-see-where-it-goes shots. My friend was at the net and he hit a short ball which I was in position for, and at that moment I thought, "OMG TOTALLY PASS HIM NOW" and I whacked the backhand crosscourt, deep, and he was left stunned at the net. Bwahahaha. That was the only memorable shot I hit while my friend hit like ten million, one of which was this SUPER LOW backhand down-the-line...pass? Well, I think it was a pass 'cause it sure passed by me really quickly. And I also felt like Del Potro and Nadal once more against Federer, standing so far back and unable to make it in time to return the drop shots. Ugh. I shall valiantly try harder next time. I'm too tired to continue. I'm too tired to even SHOWER. But I have to. I shall keep the clothes-washing till tomorrow; I can't do it right now. So damn tired. And I'm voting for Kris for four hours tomorrow. How exciting! I wonder if my love for Kris is strong enough to get me through the whole four hours. FOUR HOURS. That's freaking long!
before sunrise // before sunset
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