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... The gray light filtering through my curtains mirrored the dull ache in my arm. It felt like my whole body had been run over—by a truck or maybe just by yesterday. Every muscle screamed in protest as I pushed myself up from bed. Memories of the game and the fight rushed back like an unwelcome movie replay. I remembered Ethan walking me home, at least to Ridge Street... Mom and Keith were out that evening, and I slipped into bed, hoping to sleep reality away.
The house was eerily quiet, s ...
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