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I felt so alive. And so did the ball in my hands.

 

I zoomed past a white blur, and he was completely out of my memory. I just pumped and pumped my legs and set my eyes, or at least, my mind’s eyes, on the basket as the leather-skinned ball met my hand every half-second.

 

I jumped. Then, I pulled back my hands and tossed the ball flying into the air.

 

The buzzer screamed, and only two words rang in my ear.

 

“Made it!”

 

We won. And it was all because of me. 


 

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