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My father switched off the shop’s main light after the final hooter, just a lone tube light above the counter left on like our last goal. We watched the replay of that save, his half-mug of tea forgotten and cold beside the old weighing scale. Hajur, the way we both groaned at the same missed chance, you’d think we were the ones who had to run back and defend.
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