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The game began. Flash toyed with Jamal—between the legs, behind the back, a hesitation that froze three defenders. He pulled up for a three, smiled, and missed on purpose. Rebounded his own shot, laid it in. “That’s AND 1,” he said. “Style. Flavor. You got none.”

“Lucky,” Flash said.

Jamal looked past Flash. He saw the depot. The dirty uniform. His sister’s face asking, Are you tired, big brother? He felt the ordinary load—the weight of rent, of groceries, of a world that expected him to just carry and never dance. AND 1 Streetball -rabt althmyl alady-

They played pickup for fifty bucks a man. Jamal put his forty-three dollars on the chain-link fence. “Make it interesting,” he said. The game began