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I snatched the basketball from Quez's dribble, taking it back to the three point line.
He drew his brows together and scowled, "Fast *ss."
I laughed and shrugged, dribbling the ball in front of me, "You have to keep your eye on the ball."
Coach Colton watches me as I set my feet and shoot, my wrist flexing as it left constricted hands.
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Black Jack
RomanceUNDER CONSTRUCTION . CHAPTERS MAY UPDATE AS YOU READ . AFTER COMPLETION THE BOOK WILL BE MARKED COMPLETE & THIS MESSAGE WILL DISAPPEAR . - Binkya Aaronzé, rising player, had everything any teenage boy could dream of; Money, good grades, and women...