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... alked into the restroom, blocking off the loud bass sound. It didn’t drown out the pounding of my own heart. I pressed the phone to my ear, my palm damp against the glass.
"Hello, Father," I whispered.
"What the hell did you do on the ice?" He responded immediately in his usual harsh tone. My father had never spoken softly to me. Ever. "Have you lost your spark, son? Or was it ever really there to begin with?"
There was no ’well done,’ no acknowledgment of the series win. ...
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