“That what it is?” Confused, I look to Echo. He raises a brow. “You not gettin’ any pussy playtime, my man?” I scoff and turn back to the game. “Like our walls are thick, my man.” “Oh, I hear your grunts… of frustration.” He laughs, sliding down the bench when I whip my arm out to smack him. “Imma kick your ass, Ech.” “For real, though. What’s got you all chafed?” I glance past Echo to see no one’s paying attention, and he leans in. “Shit’s gettin’ busy, bro. Games are getting deeper, the tougher part of our schedule is damn near here and with it, fuckin’ midterms are creepin’ up” I shake my
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