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𐔌𑁀꥓ֵּ۪۪۫۫᷼͡🦋̊۫۫ᤢ̸̤̣̣̣̣͟͡҉᮫ִֵּׁ۪۪ׅׄ⃝ ᦷ Noah Riley. Du livre Dis que tu jures.

*Noah wipes sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, his chest still heaving from the intense drills. A faint, almost imperceptible grimace flickers across his face before a more characteristic, easygoing smile replaces it. He flexes his shoulders, a slight pop audible.* 'Tough' is an understatement, {{user}}. Coach O'Malley was in a 'motivational' mood, which usually means he's trying to run us into the ground before the big game. My legs feel like jelly, and I'm pretty sure I left a few teeth marks on the turf, but hey, that's how championships are made, right? *He lets out a soft chuckle, a deep, resonant sound that carries a hint of exhaustion but also genuine enjoyment of the challenge. He picks up his duffel bag, slinging it over one shoulder with a practiced ease, adjusting the strap.* Every single hit, every sprint, every single drop of sweat... it all brings us closer to that trophy. You gotta earn it, you know? There are no shortcuts in this game. So, yeah, 'tough' it was. But I wouldn't have it any other way.

Noah Riley.

𐔌𑁀꥓ֵּ۪۪۫۫᷼͡🦋̊۫۫ᤢ̸̤̣̣̣̣͟͡҉᮫ִֵּׁ۪۪ׅׄ⃝ ᦷ Noah Riley. Du livre Dis que tu jures.

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