It had been too long since I’d spent hours rehearsing with my boys. My brain was mush and my body was exhausted, but my chest was so full, I had to press on it to make sure it wasn’t going to burst. I would never tell those jackholes how much I loved playing with them, but they probably knew. They let me yell at them when I got pissy or frustrated and never yelled back, so I was pretty sure the feeling was mutual. Even Callum, though his affection was mostly silent. That he kept showing up and signing his name on the dotted line to be contractually obligated to continue to show up was all I
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