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Remuneration by Rohan N. Dhurandhar May 2004
Every rebound, every steal, was remuneration -
cash to spend on her attention. His blisters had long since burst
and formed calluses. The blood rushed between his fingers and he
felt his heart pounding against his chest. One shot to win---this
was big money. Five seconds. He had the ball. Four. His toes
touched the line. Three. He Reached back. Two. And let loose.
Unbelievable. He did it! He made the shot! He won the game!
Her blonde hair shimmered as she ran, and her ocean-blue eyes
caught his from across the court. She stood up from her seat, and
started in his direction. How long he had wanted to have his arms
around her---how long he had waited to feel her lips against his.
A thousand thoughts raced through his mind. Maybe she felt the
same way. Maybe she had felt the same way all along! Maybe in the
deepest of deeps, she had felt for him what he felt for her. It
did not matter, she was running, and running towards him. He
could smell the intoxicating bubble-gum perfume as she neared
him, and the scent lingered in the air long after she rushed by
him.
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