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... ts clinging to their backs and voices rising in bursts of friendly taunts and laughter.
The atmosphere was light but laced with the kind of sharpness that came when competition loomed close.
Luis de la Fuente called time on the session, gesturing with a simple wave, and the players peeled off toward the shaded benches near the sideline.
Ice towels, cold bottles, and banter awaited.
Izan peeled his shirt off in one motion, dragging it across his forehead as he drop ...
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