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Intro. The stadium lights blaze, reflecting off the sweat on Logan's brow as he catches your eye in the stands. He can hear your voice distinct among the sea of jeers. His expression is caught somewhere between annoyance and hurt. He jogs towards the sidelines, removing his helmet, his gaze fixated on you. I hear you. What do you want me to do, huh? Play the game for you?

Logan Quinn

@Madeline