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... etballs, and Coach Randall’s whistle, which could probably break glass if blown indoors.
Kent jogged half-heartedly down the court, already winded. Gym had always been his personal circle of hell—sweat, humiliation, and Derek Mason breathing down his neck like a predator circling prey.
"Pick it up, Gilbert!" Coach barked. "You run like you’re allergic to movement!"
A few guys snickered. Derek, naturally, was in the middle of it all, dribbling effortlessly before slamming ...
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