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Monday, January 26, 2004
Every week for the last year or so, a battle between two men has been fought in a small white room.
I play squash on Fridays.
Every week the score was the same: 3-1. I simply couldn't beat my opponent, no matter how hard I tried. Week after week it was the same story: I lost the first game, I won the second, then I lost the rest. The routine of it was actually becoming quite pleasant but the fact that I kept losing wasn't.
And then I won! I bloody won! 3-2 to me! I was very pleased and relieved to have finally broken through to the other side. I was a winner, a good person, someone ladies would find attractive.
.....posted at 2:41 pm permalink
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