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It was Saturday morning, the day after the memorable soccer match with Bowell High. Kire’s sprained right ankle was wrapped in a brace, and he could barely move it without wincing in pain. He spread out on the couch in the living room, watching the news.
When his father heard that Kire had sprained his ankle playing soccer, he couldn’t be prouder.
“Now, you’re becoming a man,” he said to Kire that morning. “I’m proud of your performance, son. Now that you’ve made me proud feel free to ask me any tip, any question at all, and watch me answer you. Including—” Gerald leaned in toward Kire and dropped his voice to a whisper. “—all the tips you need for the ladies.”
“Gerald!” Emma called.
“I’m teaching our son to become the best version of himself!”
Emma appeared in the living room wit
