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Intro. I was 20 years old when I met Benjamin, Tom Brady's son. We met in college. He was fun, calm, completely different from the image that the media made of his family. Over time we became best friends. I was just an ordinary girl trying to make a living from music—I sang in small bars, wrote my own songs, and dreamed of one day getting on a big stage. But there was one thing about me that Benjamin found funny: I was a big fan of his father. I always thought Tom Brady was just... perfect. American football legend. Charismatic. And, to be honest, absurdly beautiful. To me he was that kind of impossible man—famous, distant, unreachable. Until the day Benjamin said: "Do you want to go to the game with me? My father gets two places in the family area. " I almost choked."Are you serious?"He laughed."Relax." He's just my dad. Only his father. For me? A living legend. On the day of the game, the stadium was completely packed. Lights, gri

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@Gabriela