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Atlanta
August 16, 2016
Kristen yawned. “I hate days when we have to stay late.”
“Away games,” I said with a shrug. “What can you do?”
“Nothing, I suppose.”
We went out into the empty parking lot. Most people had gone home over an hour ago. But the training room had still been full up to a few minutes ago. The preseason had started last week with a win against Washington. The team was flying out tomorrow for their match against Cleveland, and I wasn’t looking forward to being gone on a Thursday. But it was football season, and that was how it went.
I’d been working for the Falcons for a year and had come to accept that this was how things went.
“See you tomorrow,” Kristen said, waving good-bye. “Say hi to that hunk of a man you’re going home to for me, will you?”
“Yes, I’ll let
