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Quiet house this morning, my son in Pune sleeping through the 6 a.m. tip-off. I watch the game on mute like a fado on the old radio—just the feeling. Saw a man screen like he was pushing my heavy teak log. In the end, a bucket is a bucket, saiba. Like my neighbour’s repaired chair, it just must hold.
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