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Game On Dick

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KIERAN’S POV

The drive back from the athletic complex was quiet, the rhythmic, heavy swish of my windshield wipers cutting through the steady drizzle. My hands gripped the leather steering wheel at ten and two, my knuckles turning stark white as my fingers twitched against the grip. My body was completely spent—a heavy, bone-deep fatigue settling into my muscles, making my shoulders slump and my knees tremble slightly from the combined toll of the morning scrimmage, the physical altercation, an
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