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“Thank you, Jo. That’s the biggest dream job.” Lexie sprang out of her seat to give Jo a hug. “Wait until our sorority sisters hear about this,” Alyssa cooed. Jo smiled. “I’ll work you damn hard. But it’ll be exciting.” Pete grinned. She’s their fairy godmother. Brilliant. “This is the best potato salad I’ve ever eaten.” The girls agreed. * * * * On the afternoon of the first day of training camp, Coach Bass was scheduled to have his first anger management session with Dr. Wendy McMillan. He wanted to get it out of the way so he could focus on camp. The team worked out in the morning and went over game plans for an hour after lunch. Then, it was time to run plays. During a break, Buddy turned to the Coach. “You’re the first one in the gas chamber today, eh, Coach?” “What the hell