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51232	Williams, Lloyd	Psychotennis, Anyone?			.txt	text/plain	4863	511	91	Around Grant the crowd stood up and roared, and he felt suddenly tense brain were alert, he'd control that ball until Slag went crazy. Uninfluenced, the ball dropped and rolled to the center court, and Tony "Just when Slag plays." The Commissioner touched Grant's arm you put Slag out, they will think...." But Grant was already hurrying and Woods had come over to face the reporters--and Slag. Bee's reddened eyes stared at the man, and Grant whispered, "Darling, Behind Slag the little blond man Teagle, manager and second of the "Do you think," said Grant, "that I should, Bee? For fifteen seconds Grant's eyes were locked with Slag's. Grant left it to Slag, let the man shoot crudely several times, Tony, Slag, Woods and Teagle--they seemed to merge confusedly in his Slag's mind could not The ball darted again for Slag and this "Right!" Grant said.	./cache/51232.txt	./txt/51232.txt