I’m in good shape. I have to be, what with football and all. My eyes take in the image of myself on the screen… Dirty blonde hair, perfectly swept back by my fingers, skin slightly tanned from the sun of summer’s beginning. I blink over and over at the guy looking back at me as my heart’s rapid thumps steady back into a normal rhythm. “That’s you,” I whisper.
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