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Not hat he’s been through

“No earbuds,” I say, and he looks at me in confusion I point to his ears “You don’t listen to music?”

“Nah,” he says with an acco for me”

Fuck, that justfor him, because I don’t think there’s much that moves this man I notice it e eat as a tea iteven if he tastes thein the world He ss, starts the process over again

In fact, I’d have to say that if Tacker Hall didn’t have hockey, I’ that keeps this shell of a

“What’s up?” I hear as someone clapsonto a bike

He looks past me to nod to Tacker, who I assuaze coirl hoht?”

“Fuck, she’s athat happened

“Yeah, I figured she was bad news You kno you can just tell with soht”

I don’t tell hiiven that Dax told me she ful in bed Dax wouldn’t really tell anyone else, as he’s not like that, and it’s not my confidence to share

“But Bishop…ht,” Erik says, ju to a new subject

He starts ra on and I listen while I continue my bike ride

After about fifteen minutes, Erik, Tacker, and I all head back to the locker rooh a dynamic stretch, and then we play two-touch for about ten minutes to complete our locker room warm-up Seems a bit weird to waras coood way to get our goalies warmed up, as we take shots at them that aren’t quite as hard or fast as a puck