End Game
ZAIRE’S POV
"Shit, they absolutely carved them open, man. I can't even hate." Spencer said, scrolling through his phone as he read off the stats from yesterday’s game between the Milton Lions and the Eastbrook Ravens.
We were sitting at our usual table under the tree in the quad, eating lunch. The break wasn't over for about the next fifteen minutes.
“Come on, this is the Ravens we’re talking about,” Finn said with a dismissive roll of his eyes. “They’re shit. I'm sure we are going to destroy them too when we play them.”
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