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“Sorry, practice ran over and I didn’t want to show up here all sweaty”

A large black bus with tinted s pulled up to the curb

Laura made a sound like she’d have licked hiht do it right now “What do you play?”

“Football”

“A football player at Fulton? Not exactly your speed, is it, Julia?”

My shtened My speed is none of your da the draft at the end of the season”

The doors behind her opened and everyone who’d been downing glasses of chane and cocktails like ere in the end of days flowed out like it was an uncorked bottle

“Everyone onto the bus And can so?” Laura called out to no one in particular, but a guy in a uniform showed up beside her

to take Berk’s bags

The duffle he let go with no issue, but when the uniforht

“Not that” He jerked the bag back

The uniforuy looked to Laura

“I’ve got allover the weekend before classes start I’ll do it on the bus”

Laura pressed one of her freshly manicured hands to her chest “That’s so academically conscientious Hoonderful to find an athlete who also cares so ree” Laura took his arm and led him toward the bus

Berk checked over his shoulder for me