The dust was flying, guys sliding on the dusty concrete “cancha” court, all yelling and laughing and smack talking simultaneously. I just tried to listen and not look too out of place, then jumped, skidded, remembering again not to touch the ball with my hands (darn basketball reflexes), and managed to pass it off to [...]
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