the butterflies start to flitter in your stomach
you're almost there
you've almost won
like the last point of the match: deuce, advantage in
but there's still some work to be done
so you maintain a calm, collected appearance
you suppress the smile that's attacking the corners of your mouth
and you keep a death grip on that racquet, that steering wheel, that pencil, that telephone, that coffee mug.
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