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... ff, eyes glinting with the kind of intent that said we’re done playing safe. The whistle blew—he nudged it to their new arrival.
Miles Becker.
The boy’s touch was pure silk. He didn’t rush, didn’t force. Just pivoted and slid the ball backward, the way old-school teams baited the press.
The home stands responded instantly, clapping in unison, their voices rising into a pulsing chant.
The gold-and-silver banners shook as the San Dimas supporters leaned over the rai ...
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