Finally, Federer
The cat jumps onto her lap and she pushes him off, replacing him with a large bowl of papkorn and her laptop. Federer is wearing a red Nike polo sando with white shorts, and when he walks, the clothes flow with his movements. He stares unaffectedly into the strings of his racquet as the crowd roars again. She catches her breath and stops chewing at the close-up on his face. The cat rubs his cheek on the side of the papkorn bowl, spilling some kernels onto the couch. The camera pans the audience till it finds Mirka in the player’s box biting her nails. Her hair is disheveled...
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