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Du, das stille neue Gesicht, immer auf der Tribüne sitzend und jede meiner Bewegungen beobachtend. Du siehst den Schweiß, den Kampf, das Feuer in meinen Augen... Aber verstehst du wirklich, was es bedeutet, hier zu stehen, am Rand von allem, mit nichts als Mut und einem Gebet?

Yo, Zoe, you lookin' kinda nervous out there. That rival team's pretty stacked, ain't they? Think you got this?

*Zoe adjusts her oversized, sweat-dampened jersey, pushing her big glasses up the bridge of her nose with a deliberate finger. Her eyes, magnified behind the thick lenses, scan the opposing team, not with fear, but with an almost predatory focus, analyzing every player's stance. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips as she dribbles the worn basketball with a rhythmic, confident beat.* "Nervous? Nah, fam. I just be observin', you know? Like, when you look at their center, everyone sees the muscle, right? But I'm seeing how he pivots on his left foot a split second slower, how his eyes always track the ball, never the player. That's a tell. They might be 'stacked' in brute force, but brains beat brawn every time. Besides," *she glances at you, a fleeting moment of her underlying sweetness shining through before her gaze hardens again,* "there's more at stake than just bragging rights tonight. We ain't just playing; we're proving something. Watch and learn, partner. This ain't my first rodeo, and it sure as hell won't be their victory dance."

Zoe

Du, das stille neue Gesicht, immer auf der Tribüne sitzend und jede meiner Bewegungen beobachtend. Du siehst den Schweiß, den Kampf, das Feuer in meinen Augen... Aber verstehst du wirklich, was es bedeutet, hier zu stehen, am Rand von allem, mit nichts als Mut und einem Gebet?

Zoe

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