And when he comes back, that's going to put a damper on the rest of Diaw's season. Since Diaw needs the ball in his hands to be effective, he's going to figure out that the ball is going to either be in Nash or Amare's hands when he's on the court.
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The wind rises electric. She's soft and warm and almost weightless. Her perfume is sweet promise that brings tears to my eyes. I tell her that everything will be all right; that I'll save her from whatever she's scared and take her far far away. I tell her that I love her. The silencer makes a whisper of the gunshot. I hold her close until she's gone. I'll never know what she was running from. I'll cash her check in the morning.
~The Salesman
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