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... tle, but with a pen.
Thiago sat hunched at his desk in the Palmeiras dormitory, flipping through a spiral-bound notebook filled with scribbled diagrams and coach Eneas’ sharp block handwriting. The pages were worn at the edges, some corners folded from repeated use, others stained with the faint rings of coffee cups pressed too eagerly against them. Half-spilled Gatorade sweated beside his elbow, forgotten in the midday heat, its neon orange hue dulled by the sunlight streaming through t ...
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