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... w were still stuffing clothes into bags.

Demien grabbed his bag from his locker and walked to the showers.

The hot water hit his shoulders. He let it run, washing away the sweat and grass stains. His muscles ached in a good way. The kind of tired that came after playing well.

His mind kept replaying moments from the match. The assists. The goals. The system notification flickering in his vision.

9.4 match rating.

2 goals. 2 assists.

He’d proven som ...

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