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By the end of September, I could no longer play volleyball. Dr. Sayo said he was worried that the medicine he was giving me wouldn't work if I exerted too much strength or effort. I was forced to just watch the games my team was playing from the stands. It really was an awful feeling. I wanted to jump up and run onto the court. I wanted to feel the power I had once felt. One night I asked my friends if I could play a quick two on two game with them. I assured them that I would not exert myself much. They agreed and decided to meet at Hina's house to play on her family court. Our town may be small, but because of how little people actually live here, we all own a lot of land. We met at Hina's house and set up the net. Our warm up was restrained and slow. The game went by fast. I did not feel satisfied by the end, so I asked for one more set and went in for it at full force. I jumped and hit. I spiked the ball with everything I had. My friends did not protest. They knew my reasons. I wanted to spike at full force one last time. In case something went wrong in the operation, I would have fulfilled at least one wish.

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