"Just" a Tennis Racquet

October 22, 2014

By Mary Trinh Nguyen

I am a weapon of mass

confusion, a lie detector, and an

object of execution. I am an oval that

consists of millions of squares. Just the

right wave of my wand and I will be tearing

through the air. I am your defender,

offender, your knight in shining

graphite.I can accompany

you in battles but

you'll be fighting,

I'll be the flash-

light. I'll help you

carry out all your

plans and your

tactics. Butjust

please rememb-

er; I'm "just" a

tennis racquet.

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