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... > It was the indifference of it all, the way he simply carried on, as though tired of swatting flies.
His left leg drew back, muscles flexing with coiled rage, the crowd sensing it before it happened as Drury’s voice cracked with anticipation.
"He’s wound it up—he’s going to hit it—"
And then—
BOOM!
The left foot thundered through the ball, the sound alone like a cannon loosed into the night.
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