zz of the Friday night lights

the high school

ace. No bruises. I checked my pocket. The Harvard

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ss

a cold, suffocating wave. The handcuffs. The

, I knew

ainst the man my father raised me to be. But my father was alive right now. And my only j

and old coffee filled the air. My dad was u

the game," he said, his v

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the lines on his face, the way he moved, the sound of hi

. Protect my father. Get to H

he hallways were normal. No police. No

me, her face a storm of fury. Bryce was a fe

right in

she s

cracked through the hallway n

watched him hurt me and y

The memories of her pointing at me, of the trial, of my f

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ushed through the cr

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