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i playi don't play basketball to win;
i play against myself, to excise my demons,
i play for the roar of the music in my ears,
i play for the snarl of lyrics in my throat,
i play for the blessed silence that reigns in my head.
i don't play basketball against others;
i play because it is personal for me,
i play until i can't tell if it's sweat or tears,
i play for the ache of overused muscles,
i play for the rush in my ears that blocks everything out.
i don't play with any kind of official rules;
i play for the thud thud smack of the ball,
i play hot or cold, no matter what the season.
i play for as long or short as i want to,
i play as lazy or as hard as i can take.
i don't play for anyone else but me.
The PhotographIt starts with a photograph.
It's been years, but the room is unchanged, if a little dustier. They haven't dared to touch this last piece of their fallen brother, a shrine to the boy who loved words and the worlds they unlocked. When they step into the room, they can almost pretend he's still there.
Damon finds it first. He bows his head over the faded polaroid, closes his brother and remembers the brother he idolized. He thinks of being a toddler, tossed squealing into the air before being caught; of nights spent at the kitchen table, getting help with the homework he couldn't do; chasing after the older brothers who often didn't want their baby brother tagging along.
Dylan notices, and comes over to see what he's found. He takes the photograph he's offered and looks for a few moments before letting out a string of curse words - his way of trying not to cry. He thinks of the brother who always charged headfirst into life; who defended his younger brothers from neighborhood bullies by
it's too cold outside for angels to flyHe can't believe his luck when he spots the dark shadow sneak out of the house moments after Tobias departs for his 'job' as a gentleman of the night. It seems he hasn't given the girl enough credit - he should have known, with her nose always stuck in a book, that she would eventually get curious over her brother's late night adventures. Stupid! He chastises himself, knowing that such a slip could cost him his entire plan... but also, this could be the very chance he has been waiting for. What better to draw the soiled dove into his gilded cage than a curious songbird unused to the night?
He knows, of course, the corner that Tobias frequents - only a short drive away, into a seedy neighborhood that borders their own where illegality runs rampant. He's familiar with the neighborhood and thankful for this fact as he gathers the supplies he will need to catch the girl without attracting suspicion. Plain jeans, a dark hoodie, and a baseball cap make him inconspicuous - just another man on
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