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Chapter Thirty Four
Marcus’ POV My phone beeps again, another f.ucking message and I know just who it’s from the Dragon lady herself, she can f.uck off, I’m not doing it. I stuff my practice gear into my bag, pushing my damp hair back from my face as I grab my phone from the shelf in my locker and finally open the stream of messages that have come through in the two hours I’ve been on the ice this morning. I’m not having a good day and it’s only Ten am, the suicides almost killed me, then I was a s.hit show at practice, I couldn’t even catch a damn pass! Then I got reamed out by the coach for thirty minutes about getting my head out of my ass or it would be warming the bench despite what he said before. Now I’m getting hounded by the Dragon lady about getting my tackle out for the entire world to see, I d
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