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As soon as we huddle up to talk strategy, Silas says, "I’ Dylan"

I barely have tiot Dallas"

"Aw, co exactly what Brookes wants you to do"

Silas shrugs "No one else is getting close enough to irl to play one-on-one defense Sorry"

"What he said," Carson adds

I sigh "Unbelievable Is this soh, and it somehoarps your brain? We’re athletes You’re supposed to care about being co Dylan in a pair of tiny shorts Those are believable

"Fine I’ll cover Brookes Ryan, you cover Keyon And Stell, you get girl genius"

That’s the best we’re going to do

We have to hile Brookes explains the rules to Nell, and I take a y with my tea it easy on your girlfriends Don’t let theht if you don’t"

That only gets ot first choice, so my tea irls matched up with their boyfriends It’s clear within seconds that those girls are willing to play dirty Technically, Ultio too far

McClain and Moore certainly aren’t calling foul when their girls make contact I es to catch it before Keyon goes sailing past hi, but Brookes is hot onto shake hiame dictate that you can’t run with the disc, so Ryan’s stuck where he is until soh for hi the disc sailing toward McClain, and I watch with dawning horror as Dallas slips in front of hiame continues in that vein for the next five minutes, and we’re down three to zero when Stella calls a time-out

"Hey," I say "I’etting our asses kicked, Captain"

No arguing with that

Stella stands with her hands on her hips, and even sweaty, she looks pretty How do girls always do that?