Gravitas (draft)

A ball of bloat pushed across the net becomes the property the problem the job of the other side. The opponent thus becomes the prima facia advocate who prompts uncanny excellence. One wants to be the character in the beloved book and hushed into an inner being recognizable as quiescent. 

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