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I sit there stunned, staring at him, and trying to blink fast enough to get the water gathering in my eyes to evaporate so he doesn’t have to worry about me playing Kenny G during our pre-game meetings. Coach takes pity on me. He returns to his usual tough and gruff self, dismissing me with a jerk of his thumb toward the door. “Now get your ass outta here. And pull yourself together before you go into the locker room and see your teammates. You look like you’ve been anally probed by those aliens who abducted you.” “Yes, Coach,” I say, my voice thick. I pick up my helmet and stand. “Thank you, Coach.” “Anytime, son. Anytime.” Before I turn away to leave, I see his small, satisfied smile. 26 MASON I forget all about my scheduled call with Stephanie until my cell rings at six the next
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