THE DEVIL'S BOY TOY
I stepped forward and sent it back again, sharper this time, the sound of the ball hitting the table crisp and fast.
Oliver grinned, leaning into it as he returned another shot.
I moved to the side, stretching just enough to catch it and sent it flying back.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
The rhythm picked up, both of us moving quicker now, feet shifting, bats flicking, the small white ball bouncing between us like it had a mind of its own.
Oliver hit it harder this time.
I reacted fast, striking it back.
He leaned forward, smacking it again with more force.
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