The ball goes over the net. Then back. Then over. Then back.

No one brings it to me.

It is 06:10. It is 8°C. The US Open is on the television and I have been watching it for what feels like several geological epochs and I have yet to understand the decision not to throw the ball.

They hit it. Back. Then over. The other one hits it. THEN BACK.

I have a system. The ball leaves the hand. I run. The ball is retrieved. This is a complete thought. This is a sentence with a subject and a verb and a resolution. What is happening on that screen is a run-on sentence and nobody is stopping it.

Throw. The ball. Please.

I know where three are. Right now. I could tell you exactly.

They are not on a court.

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