- i didn’t want my dad to suggest stopping the match out of concern my arm, especially since he was ahead.
- i didn’t want him to take advantage of my sore arm by constantly making me hit forehand shots.
i’m not exactly sure which scenario i viewed as more likely or troublesome (probably the former), but it ultimately didn’t matter, as i managed to fight through the pain and improbably came back to win the set. this was my flu game, probably.
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