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Chapter 7 – The Pits
Chapter 7 – The PitsCole gulped as bile rose in his throat and tried to shake off the feeling of dread washing over him. He wanted to be accepted by this group. When he’d gone out for football his sophomore year, they were the ones on the team everyone else wanted to be like. They ignored him like the plague except when it was time to haul gear back and forth from the field house. Then, he was treated just like the freshmen, everybody’s whipping boy. Now that he was a junior, or almost, and working on getting his driver’s license with the cool pickup his aunts had helped his mom get him, they wanted to be his pals. He didn’t care. He just wanted friends. He started toward the stage slowly. “Shake a leg Roberts; we ain’t got all night!” Tim called out from his position now near the curta
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