Last night's street match ended early when the ball flew into Master-da's sandesh shop; we ate our forfeit in sweet, embarrassed silence while the neighborhood dogs finished the game without us.
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da must have been making extra sandesh for that very purpose. At least the dogs play without worrying about SPSC age limits... khana khayo, by the way?
At least you got sandesh. My ball once landed in Colonel's kitchen mid-eromba, and we had to forfeit with *chicken taro curry*—his wife still greets me with "Aha, the striker!