part 317.3 of a novel: the lonely referee

Three people were in a place. The place was between two doorways. There was an orange ball. One person was a referee. The other two guarded their doors. The orange ball was an orange ball. Someone kicked the ball. The ball went towards the doorway. A person stopped it or maybe they didn’t. Sometimes the ball would go through a doorway. Other times it wouldn’t. The two persons guarding their doorways would yell and get very nervous. Sometimes they would get depressed at how many times the orange ball made it past them through the doorway. The referee did not do much accept say, “Let me play. I want to play.” The two persons did not let him play. He sat down on a stool and stopped watching the game. He took out a notepad and began writing a four-page email to someone.

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