but there was one balm to make me forget I’d even played today. “Next time I’ll write a more generic message.” She kept her eyes trained on the number eleven on the front of my jersey. “Like, ‘Interesting Game’ or ‘Great Uniform’.” “You plan on coming to my next game.” There were light freckles across the bridge of her nose. The ones I’d first seen in the greenhouse and kept discovering new ones. Tiny little footprints across the tops of her cheeks. I wanted to know everything else about her I hadn’t seen yet. What else was there to discover about Jules? I wanted to write the encyclopedia. “If
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