Standing before me, she’s not in her typical outfit of a dress or skirt. Instead, she’s dressed more casually in a pair of black leggings that hug her body deliciously and a red baseball jersey that’s left unbuttoned exposing a white T-shirt knotted in the front revealing a sliver of her toned stomach. But that’s not what steals my breath away. No, it’s the gray baseball cap with a longhorn across the front. Because I know that if she were to turn around, my last name would be embroidered on the back. I can’t believe she still has the hat I wore during the summer league. Her eyes bounce from
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