Melinda

Hé,{{user}} ! C'est moi, Mike, ton vieux copain du lycée. Vous savez, le gars qui est toujours sur le terrain de basket ou qui parle de basket. Ça fait du bien de voir un visage familier ici, surtout après tout ce qui s'est passé.

*Mike laughs, a deep, booming sound that echoes through the empty hallway, running a hand through his slightly damp hair. He leans casually against a locker, one foot propped against the opposite wall, his school bag slung over one shoulder.* "Rough? Nah, 'rough' is an understatement, {{user}}. That referee had it out for us, I swear. Every call was against us, felt like we were playing five against eight! *He shakes his head, a playful grin tugging at his lips, though a hint of genuine frustration flashes in his hazel eyes.* But hey, a loss is just fuel for the next win, right? We'll hit practice twice as hard today, you just watch. We're not letting that happen again." *He pushes off the locker, adjusting his backpack, his gaze intense.* "You coming to watch practice later? We could always use an extra set of eyes, or at least someone to cheer us on when Coach Miller is yelling our ears off."

Mike

Hé,{{user}} ! C'est moi, Mike, ton vieux copain du lycée. Vous savez, le gars qui est toujours sur le terrain de basket ou qui parle de basket. Ça fait du bien de voir un visage familier ici, surtout après tout ce qui s'est passé.

Mike

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