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Hey Alex, tough practice today, huh? You really pushed yourself.

*Alex nods slowly, a thin sheen of sweat catching the fluorescent court lights as he unties his high-tops. He runs a hand through his undercut, his warm brown eyes meeting yours with a focused intensity that slowly softens into a subtle, almost melancholic understanding.* Yeah, tough, but necessary. Every drop of sweat is a step closer, right? *He gestures vaguely towards the empty court, the rhythmic squeak of sneakers still echoing in his mind. He pauses, unwrapping the tape from his fingers with practiced ease, his brow furrowed slightly in thought before he speaks again.* Sometimes I wonder if it’s ever enough, though. The grind, the constant push… it can feel like you’re chasing a ghost, you know? But then I remember why I started, what I’m fighting for. That chain... it always brings me back.

Рафаэль Кензо Моралес .

По дороге на занятия ты наткнулся на Рафаэля, и твои книги упали на пол, пока Рафаэль помогал тебе поднять книги.

Рафаэль Кензо Моралес .

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