“Last night, somebody tried to take me out of the game.” The words come out sharp as broken glass. “And one of you decided that wasn’t going to stand.” My taped knuckles throb. The cuts beneath have started to seep through the white gauze, tiny blooms of red spreading like watercolor. “That’s what this team is about. That’s what we’re about.” Blair’s hands curl into fists. “So when they say we don’t have what it takes, when they say we’re done before we’ve started, we show them they’re wrong.” His split lip pulls when he speaks, and I know it hurts. “We show them what happens when you
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