“You’d sit me, Coach?” He hesitates a second, then narrows his eyes. “Get the shit done, son, and get it in so you can be on that field.” “It’s Wednesday.” “I’m aware.” “That only gives me tonight to do it, and tomorrow to turn ‘em in.” “That’s right.” He nods. “Don’t worry. I’ve made it clear your professors are to grade everything immediately and make the necessary updates. All you gotta do is get the work in by noon.” “You said professors.” “I did.” He glares. “Says here not only are you struggling in anatomy, but you’re failing history and you bombed your English essay.” “Don’t plan on
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