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... is body stood on end. He didn't even have time for annoyance or regret; his first instinct was to dart forward, trying to regain control of the ball.
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But he was still a step too slow—
Houston secured the football in his arms.
Chaos. Disaster. Disarray.
A fumble, a fumble had actually occurred!
No one could have predicted that Houston would not only swiftly intercept Henry but also force ...
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