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... onstant push that made the banners twitch but never fly. Jake stood near the edge of his box, coat zipped to the collar, one hand in his pocket, the other adjusting the strap of his watch without checking the time. He didn't need to.
He could read the tempo from the way Holloway tapped his studs into the turf. From the way Rasmussen moved his arms when he wasn't getting the ball. From the tiny moment before kickoff when Richter rolled his neck once, eyes narrowing—not to intimidate, but ...
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