by samuel siow
“Pass me the ball man, I’m open!” James shouted.
From half-court, I flung the ball to him. […]
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by samuel siow
“Pass me the ball man, I’m open!” James shouted.
From half-court, I flung the ball to him. […]
by samuel siow
I open my eyes again. I am lying down, it is dark and confined in here, I could hear sounds of sadness and the pitter-patter of raindrops.