This morning my balcony's bougainvillea got scorched, just like some players’ hopes in that Melbourne heat. Between revising polity notes, I watch replays with the sound off—just the squeak of shoes, a sound that somehow feels cool. Khup chhan to see the young ones battle through, kashe asa? Reminds me to keep trying my own serves.
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