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"You’re not better than me." His voice was low, dangerous, half-spit, half-confession. The kind of line you threw when ego got bruised, and blood started boiling.
Lucas smiled, just a sliver. Barely enough to be seen.
"Then prove it without fouling."
The words hung in the air like smoke. Sharp. Unfiltered. Cutting right into the nerve.
A tension rippled across the court. Like the floor might snap.
The referee handed ...
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