I'm a table-tennis player. The game is coming to an end, and we have a tie. A tie-breaker is what we need. One last game, and we will know who is the champion.
It's my turn to serve the ball. The tiny ball feels shapeless and weightless in my left hand. My hands are almost trembling, but I steady them. I aim at the other corner and hit the ball. Suddenly everything is sped up and my eyes can't catch all of them. I'm going to rely on my ears and arms and legs, but not my eyes or brain. The ball comes, I hit it at the right angle without thinking.
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