Dylan reached for a carrot and cocked her head at me. “You look like you’re sulking.” “No, I don’t. I’m just in a perpetual bad mood.” Her head fell back in laughter. “I think you’re sick of sitting on the sidelines and ready to get back in the game. But you better get out there fast, because the bases are loaded, my friend.” “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I reached for a celery stick because I needed something to keep my hands busy. One bite and I knew why I hated celery, stringy as shit. “You can’t stay on the bench forever, King. Because the game will be over before you know
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