“I am. Very angry for you. But I know you’ve got a practice to get to and I made you something.” She opens her car door and reaches in for a little gift bag, handing it to me shyly. “It’s silly, but I wanted to make you something for your first away game this weekend and the official start of your last season. So…” She shrugs again, all the fire from earlier seeming to bleed away into self-consciousness. That has me ripping into the bag faster, pulling out a length of silky blue fabric. It’s a tie, embroidered with the Wolves’ logo and my number in pretty cursive with a star. “A star?” “You’re
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