Chapter 12
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Updated : Jan 6th, 2021
I write my number on a piece of notebook paper and hand it to Michael who shoves it gingerly into his tight denim jean pocket.
"I'll text you when I get out of practice tonight if that's Alright?" He asks me and I tind myself picturing him in those super form fitting football uniform pants.
Oh wow what's happening?"
"Yeah, that sounds good. I hope you do really well," I say, only half paying attention because I'm too busy wondering why the hell I had that thought about him.
"Well,...
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