Chapter 11: MADISON

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The radio station airs local high school sporting events and live radar reports during storms, interrupting music for hours-one of the 4,724 reasons I want to leave this town. I quickly glance at my phone and note it is nearly two o'clock as we finish up our meal. In my mind, I know it is day two of the draft. It started at noon today, our time with round three. My nerves kick into high gear as I realize his call might come at any moment. “Can I drive us back?" I ask Hamilton as I follow him to the driver's door. He tilts his head to the side and furrows his brow. “Why?" “My stomach feels a little off from eating lunch so late. I don't want to get carsick," I lie. It's a half-truth. My stomach is in all kinds of knots but not for the reason I gave him. I climb behind the wheel as H

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