Skeletons falling out
*Virginia* I stand behind the throng of reporters, the fluorescent lights bouncing off the polished surface of the podium where Caleb sits with a couple of team mates, about to speak. The atmosphere buzzes with excitement, the air thick with anticipation. I can feel the energy of the room, the way everyone is leaning in, eager to capture every charming quip and witty remark that Caleb is known for. He has a way of lighting up a space, and today is no exception. As he leans closer to the microphone, a wide smile stretches across his face, and I can’t help but beam back at him. He’s wearing a crisp suit that accentuates his athletic build, his hair still slightly damp from the post-game shower, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “Thank you, everyone, for coming out today. What a game, right?”
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