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| Mare Serenitatis |
Aim, target locked, shoot. Swoosh. And again. The
whole afternoon. That damn tennis ball flew left and right. It was driving the
neighbor crazy. Knock, knock. Yes? Can’t you knock it off in there? I’m killing
flies. I don’t care; just stop it. Swoosh. Just stop it! Swoosh. Stop the
goddamn ball throwing! Silence. The door slid open slowly. Here comes a ball, the
neighbor thought, but I’m ready. He focused. A huge fly came through the door…
Swoosh. The fly went in the neighbor’s mouth, the ball hit his forehead and the
door slammed on his nose. And shot!
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