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Connor's POV:

In the morning, Parsons pushed his mask up when I skated past the net to dump the pucks out, and his eyebrows went up with it. Then he grinned, dimples and all, and pulled the mask back down without a word.

I didn't ask. I started shooting.

"Why are you out here at six-thirty, Mitch...

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