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... my skin. My flat, usually a sanctuary of comfortable, predictable boredom, now felt like a cage.
I paced the worn rug in my living room, a ten-foot stretch from the window to the kitchenette, the leather notebook clutched in my hand like a relay baton.
The Personal Profile page was still open, my own stats staring back at me, a brutal but intoxicating mix of mediocrity and potential. CA: 38. PA: 165.
It was the potential that was killing me. In Football Manager, finding a ...
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