We might talk a big talk, but there’s no way in hell any of us would ever say what we said in front of Coach Wood. No fucking chance. I can feel his eyes on me the moment he starts looking around, but instead of looking up, I take great interest in the fluffiness of my eggs. What do they do to make them so fluffy? Is it more milk? Cottage cheese perhaps? Maybe they— “Posey!” Yup, saw that coming. I look up at Coach Wood who has his arms crossed, staring daggers at me. “Hey, Coach,” I say. “Good morning. What a great shave job this morning. Very smooth.” “Shut up and come here.” Not accepting
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