Game Over
- Anthony Bosco
- Dec 16, 2018
- 1 min read
It was a basketball soaring stealthily towards the hoop. The clock ticking down getting closer and closer to the buzzer, awaiting the celebration of the victor. The sweat dripping off the players while the final play is being ran, the bright lights showing it off. The slow dribble of the ball bouncing up and down off the hard wooden floor. The shot goes up… the ball swishing so peacefully, waiting to return to its home
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