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For the archives

Here’s a post I started a while back but never finished. I don’t know where I was going with this post. However I’m still publishing it because that’s how vain I am: even my drafts should be documented in case anyone ever needs to study/exhibit my work and writing style. In fact, a couple years ago, my mom tried to throw away something I wrote in fifth grade. I stopped her. “Mom, scholars might need this one day,” I explained, moving the pile of papers out of the trash bin. “These are what they call early works.”

Here’s the post!

 

Last night I played tennis with a racket that has some cracks in it. It’s broken, but the racket still rackets.

I wanted to play with it, because the stringing on it was pretty good.

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