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... y, the game shifted into a higher gear.
Rio jogged along the left touchline, trying to keep his breathing steady.
He felt isolated out here, a spectator on the edge of a massacre.
Suddenly, a bright, cheerful ping resonated inside his skull.
Rio flinched, almost tripping over his own feet.
Not now! he thought frantically. I’m trying to mark a professional footballer!
The translucent blue chat window flickered into existence in the corner of his vis ...
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