Jake looks to me. “I’ve got the perfect place you can stay. Furnished, close to the practice arena, and not a single stair.” “Where?” I say. He slips his hand into his pocket and takes out his keys, working one off the ring. “Here, man.” I shift forward, taking the silver key from his hand. “What’s this?” “Key to Mars’s house,” he replies. The three of us stare down at the key like it’s a rare, unearthed treasure. “I’ve never been to Mars’s house,” Morrow says, his tone almost reverent. “Me either,” says Sully. “I don’t even know where it is. How do you have that?” he adds, eyes wide as he
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