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What a Football Costs

Penulis: Alessia Frost
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-09-03 23:17:21

POV: Lachlan

They moved to the open grass, and within four minutes Lachlan discovered that "properly" in Declan's vocabulary meant far more than he had anticipated.

The boy knew what he was talking about. He had opinions about positioning, ball control, and the precise angle of approach, all of which suggested Cooper had been a thorough and patient instructor over an extended period.

He demonstrated with his feet and expected Lachlan to match him. When Lachlan's first attempt was technically co
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