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... ically fell off the bench laughing.

Larsson pointed at Lukas like he had just discovered the final clue in a crime drama. "So that’s where Germany’s Golden Boy was last night."

Lukas merely exhaled.

"Yes," he said simply. "I’m dating her."

Silence.

Then:

Chaos.

"WHAT’S HER NAME??" "HOW LONG??" "IS SHE FROM DARMSTADT??" "DOES SHE LIKE FOOTBALL??" "WHAT DOES SHE THINK OF ME—"

"Nope," Lukas said immediately, holding up a hand like a tr ...

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