Friday February 28
5:41pm
"Heyyyy."
"Someone seems happy."
"I am indeed. Guess what?"
"What?"
"I helped out with the boy's basketball team! Wait- aren't you on the team?"
"What does your memory tell you?"
"... Yes."
"Then you have your answer."
"So you saw me?"
"Bada-bing bada-boom."
"And you didn't say anything?"
"Well no shit, Sherlock."
"Well, what do you think?"
"Well, I'm not denying the fact that you said basically what coach could have said but other than that it was okay."
"I'm not all talk you know. Next practice I get to help you guys out with some drills."
"Oh that is something I'm looking forward to."
"I don't know suck, for your information."
"You said it not me. Anyway, I'll see you tonight."
"And once again, I will not."
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