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Chapter One

Chandler

The puck stays at the end of s, back and forth I’ve been doing this since I was a kid It’s aler, —laundry, my room was dirty, hockey shit everywhere—and while she talked, I wasthe puck across the hardwood There wasn’t a moment when I didn’t have a stick in my hand and a puck at the end of my blade Dad had to replace the floor four ti up I always felt bad for that, so when I was signed to the South Carolina IceCats, I ht theear had stunk up their cars too

I pass the puck up and against oalie’s pads My eyes aren’t on my buddy, Nico Merryweather, as he speaks, but he knows I’ his pads as a bounce board

“So she’s going to town on one” I quirk ot this euphoric look on his face, but then it turns to disgust as quickly as my puck comes off his pad “Then she farts”

I awk at him “No way”

“Dude, I shit you not I guess she thought it was going to be silent, but it was loud Her ass clapped, and I couldn’t help it, I started laughing”

I explode with laughter “Shit, what did she say?”

“She kept going until the smell hit us”

I alet out between hs

“Dude, she left I don’t even think she wiped her mouth She just walked out Worst hookup ever”