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My Nail By Noah Inahara

One summer day while I played tennis there was this random kid I played tennis with. He plinked a drop shot. My feet pounded against the pavement as I ran toward it. I felt the air rush into my face. I dived for the ball, and boom I landed on the court with my nail tearing from my flesh. It ended with pain, but I got the ball over the net. I listened to myself cry with pain as the blood bled under my nail. As I was walking away from the court, my nail getting darker and darker from the blood.


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