Chapter 62 I'm going home

Poppy

The mattress holds me like a trap. I stare at the ceiling of my dorm room, counting the hairline cracks in the plaster, and my phone screen glows on the nightstand, 4:47 PM. Kickoff is at seven. The game is in three hours, and I'm still in the clothes Jamie drove me back in, sprawled on top o...

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