The battle of the best

Hersh is a man who knows what he's talking about, and hearing Matilda's words, he can assume the reason for his confession.

As expected, the ball was aimed at the opponent's baseline, and was heavily picked up because of the change in hitting point.

"You do say that." Andy thought about it, and agreed that Angela Burke had a point.

Time passed quietly, until the forehead has been moistened with sweat, the teenager stopped moving, habitually reached out to pull the hair band on the forehead, after not touching something familiar, he lost his smile in a flash, really, almost forgot, this is Nathan's body ah.

Hersh couldn't think of anything to do, he didn't know much about... No, before today, he had never believed in such a miraculous thing, "So you decided to keep it that way for now?" He nodded, "There's really no other good way." Metaphysics, I suppose, and it's rare that Hersh is not so sure.

The son of God, who considers tennis as his life, met

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