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It was just like a game of tennis, but instead of a ball, we were rallying words. Yours, then mine, then back to you. I'd miss a point you try to make, but you would also miss mine. It was never-ending and I no longer knew what we were doing. I didn't understand it much. Just like tennis.
Distinguished as he may be in his field of expertise, when he entered that room only to be greeted by her face from the other end of the hall, all the glory and fame he collected in his life went out the window. He was just another bloke, abashed out of his wits in front of the girl he wanted so desperately to marry.