There’s a niggling feeling in the back of my mind as we lock eyes, and it’s got nothing to do with the pure hatred radiating from him all the way to where I’m standing on the sideline. It’s something else entirely, but I can’t put my finger on what, and it’s driving me mad. Almost like there’s a piece of the puzzle I’m missing. Some memory I’ve lost or interaction I’ve locked away in the recesses of my mind, yet I can’t quite figure out why I’m getting that feeling in the first place. All I know is there’s gotta be some reason for the animosity he holds for me. A reason not at all related to
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