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At the sound of the whistle, my feet and hands ready for the attack.
Hundreds of things running through my mind; Make the first move they shout!
My move. My move.
Nerves pulsing, sweat dripping and tangle of arms and legs.
The weight of the world on me, pushing me closer and closer to the ground. A piercing sound in the air, could it be the end?





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