“Are you fucking kidding me?” he burst out. I took a step back and gave him a crazy look because seriously, what else did he want from me? “No.” “I’m threatening to bench you, and you’re complaining about who overheard?” I’d bet a dollar that my hair kind of blew back a little bit at his question, but I wasn’t going to puss out. No fear. “Yeah, I am. If I’m playing bad consistently, then I don’t deserve to start. That sucks, but I understand. I’m not going to argue with you over an obvious fact. What I do have a problem with, is you being rude to me in front of other people, and you were a
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