I think I could have managed nicely reading your book and never learning about the crystal meth and the deception.
I would have been happy believing you were clean and that you demonstrated what hard work and untold hours of practice could accomplish.
I would have survived nicely practicing my game; thinking back on great wins and believing that natural talent could be supplemented naturally.
No. You ruined it. I did not need to know.
Then the final confession that you secretly hated playing tennis.
Seriously, what are you on now?
Let’s see how your name sells now?
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