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It was a grey day when Alexander saw the tennis court that he had shied away from for so many years. His hands gripped the cool wire fence surrounding it and he squinted his eye to stare in. He sighed. Something had gone from there, a vivacity- the green surface had faded and the net sagged. Alexander hardly dare try the door's handle, so much had passed since then, but he eventually committed his hand to the handle and pulled the door. Locked. Perhaps as well, people shouldn't revisit their pasts. At least not too much. Many a game Alexander had played on here, and he remembered them, it, all of it...
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