[ As soon as Azem says 'go', he throws the first ball. It bounces against the rim and then regrettably spins off. His brow furrows in concentration as he tries again and again. His aim improves as he grows used to the weight of the ball and gets a feel for the distance. But the early time spent making those adjustments might end up biting him in the rear...
It's over in what feels like no time at all. He exhales and eyes his score. Then glances at Azem's side. Who is the winner? ]
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It's over in what feels like no time at all. He exhales and eyes his score. Then glances at Azem's side. Who is the winner? ]