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“You boys and your silly superstitions. Your team hasn’t won a game all year, and that’s certainly not Lucy’s fault, since she never goes to them.” Aurora slides a slender hand up, hooking her index finger over his thumb, and yanks downward. The crack of bone is audible, even with the crowd. Field Hockey Guy lets out a yelp, immediately withdrawing. He cradles his hand to his chest, glaring as Aurora plops down beside me once more, taking her phone from her pocket and tapping away. Her lack of attention seems to leave him irritated as he walks back to the other guys, who snicker quietly at his
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