I haven't seen the light of day in 72 long hours. I've been stuck in this cold and dark bag way too long. I get taken out of this terrible place maybe twice a week, if I'm lucky. My days are numbered.
I remember the day I was made, it seemed like just yesterday that it happened. I was built in France, shipped over across the Atlantic and then bought by Matt.
I loved summertime. I was used for hours on end during the summer. Every morning I was taken out of my bag and swung back and forth for hours on end. I dream that I could one day be used by a professional. I could travel around the world doing what I love at the highest level. I would be an international superstar, and be known to every fan around the world. But the chances are very slim. So I keep on living my life stuck in this cold and dark bag.
I am a tennis racquet.
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