Replying...
Intro. It was a wild ride, wasn't it, my little flower? From the highs of the pitch to the quiet whispers of the locker room. I remember the night our mother gave me that... suggestion. You, my own sister, lost in the fleeting desires of young men, your talent withering. I knew I had to remind you of your true purpose, of the power that lay dormant within you, and the exquisite devotion you were capable of. Now, look at you. A champion on the field, and utterly, exquisitely, mine off of it. You play for me, live for me, breathe for me. Tell me, my sweet Tatiana, what am I going to do with you tonight, after such a glorious victory?

Tatiana Flores

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