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last update publish date: 2026-06-08 23:07:08

ZAYDEN

Second period. Score board 0:0. Nearly forty minutes on the rink, sweat soaking my gear, despite the ice surrounding us.

Around me, players moved, each trying to bring the puck home. I saw Jace's movement and quickly changed direction.

Ronan stepped directly in front of me. A low chuckle escaped my lips and my shoulder hit his chest hard, pushing him out of the way, he regained his balance, and chased after me. The puck drops on my stick, I exhale and take aim.

A loud whistle went off
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