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ONE-ON-ONE
Thwock-smack! Screech-thwock! The sounds of serves, returns and volleys echoed off of the plexiglass walls amid the near-constant squeal of sneakers on the hardwood floor. The contest raged all around the court, until match point finally buried itself in the corner. "Next game... you're mine,... old man," his own reflection wheezed defiantly.
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