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Wes was doing some terrible dance move beside them, also laughing. There was something sweet in the way they moved from foes to friends, from athletic rivals to simple teenage boys, the minute that the metaphorical whistle blew the game over. “Whatcha smilin’ at?” I jumped and my hand flew up to my heart before yanking the buds from my ears.
