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And when I’d messaged the profile with a simple word: “Knox?” He’d replied with, “Easton Persephone Wayne Gretzky Ann Kikishkin. What are you doing on here and does your brother know?”
“If you make it on to any puck … hare? sites, I’m telling Mom and Dad.” Instead of getting angry like I normally would, I sweetly address the overprotective nutcase Mom and Dad turned Connor into. “I’ll have you know, a male bunny is a buck. So, it would be a puck buck website, and I’d actually be okay with that. Good advertising.”
Everyone starts behaving themselves again, playing clean, fixed on that next goal, and I get a peaceful minute or two until Connor flattens Ezra into the boards right beside me. “Harder, Daddy,” Ezra taunts, and I facepalm. This is going to be a long game.
