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I ignore that bit and just say, "My friend Josh Miller?" My voice is raspy from how nervous I am

The one in back nods "Yeah Miller's one of our new guys He should be around here You guys know each other fro?"

I nod "Same town"

Two of the guys nod, but the one in front frowns "I know,” I explain “My press stuff says Virginia, but I lived down in Fairplay for a year with my dad"

"I saw those sick reels, bruh Fairplay Tigers," the tall one in back drawls

I nod

"This dude's hs

For a second, all three of theuy They ask if I'

"Not tonight"

"I thought y'all all ride back together after games,” the middle one says

I explain that we usually do

"Well, shiiiit," one of them drawls

"You sure you don't wanna tap one of those kegs? We got a bunch of stuff"

"Yeah, thanks Maybe later"

"Bruh, Miller's in there” The uy tips his head back “I just saw him out there underneath the back porch"

I can't breathe as I step slowly into the house The front door leads into aroom with a two-story stone fireplace There's a flatscreen taking up the lion’s share of one wall, set to ESPN I see myself on the field, and it’s surreal

I glance up, noticing a railing; this roouys' rooms are upstairs Does Miller live here?