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... te court, filling the space with rhythmic echoes. Each impact carried the force of Marcus’s precise strokes, his racket slicing through the air with controlled power.
With each heavy breath, he pushed himself to the limit. Sweat poured from his body, drenching his clothes. Despite the physical exertion, Marcus was undeterred. He couldn’t stop, determined to forget even for a little while.
[This is wrong, Marcus.]
His movements were faster and his aggressi ...
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