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About a month later…

With a grunt, I dove for the ball, smashing it out of Peyton’s hands.

I turned and ran down the court dribbling as I went. I was wide open.

I took the shot.

“Loser,” David taunted as the ball bounced off the backboard. And back into the court.

That had been a crappy shot. A...

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