Hey there!
I'm really sad... And tired... And Sad!
I don't really know what to start with....
1. My Tennis racket was stolen. Why? Because some Korean (Whom I will kick the teeth out when I see) took my Racket. Lucky me.
The Racket has a very sad story about it-
My Dad has this friend, Michael, whom Son learned in my School. When I first started playing Tennis, Michael gave the Racket to me (The Racket was his son's racket)... That Son died about a year ago. And, well, anyway, it was a GREAAAAAAT Racket, and if my trainer doesn't find it, I'm gonna hate him even more then I do now!
I...I...I........................................................................................................................... I gotta go do homework. Bye!
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