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... p> Everyone was filming, live-streaming, or just yelling into microphones shoved in their faces.
A teenage boy in a red windbreaker shoved his hand into the air like he was holding a mic himself.
"Bro, if I’m Cuenca?" he barked, eyes wide.
"I’m calling in sick for the rest of the season. I don’t care if we’ve got Liverpool next. I’m putting my phone on airplane mode till August."
Laughter rippled behind him as a girl in sunglasses — at night — leaned in, still pla ...
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