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The
Air was beyond bitter, the wind cut like a buz saw. Light
flooded a metal platform enclosed by chicken wire, on which
four figures, bundled in fleece chased a yellow ball and smashed
it scross the net. A Car screeched up, and out jumped
a man. "She has been crying since you left!" he
shouted. His wife dropped her graphite paddle with a clang,
raced into the car,, and as soon as she could peel away the
layers, was nursing he infant daughter. A Short while
later, play resumed.
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