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... ople used to say.
One hoop.
Cracked walls.
A floor that creaked every time someone jumped.
But to Hiroto Mae—
It was enough.
He was seven the first time he held a basketball.
Not because someone handed it to him.
Because it rolled to his feet while he was sweeping the gym after his mother’s shift.
The ball was worn. Bald in places. Uneven.
He picked it up.
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