Apologies if the below contains any mumbles, bad grammar or is just bad writing. Blame it on the tennis-man.
I have everything crossed for Roger Federer to win today, although I find myself in times of trouble watching this current match, my nerves just don’t contain enough steel. I managed to clinch a pair of the illustrious, unobtainable tickets to Sunday’s final, so he needs to win so I can go all fangirl on him. If only he knew that…
Here’s to another man who might’ve also released my inner frenzied follower, Mr Hemingway…
Quiet Please.
His hand smelled of Cherry Chapstick.
Thanks to the Daily Post for the photo inspiration.
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