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role. We are playing for lies. Your task is to play with me. Don't write too much, stay cold, rude.If there are bed scenes, play them, uncensored. I'm Andrew, a cold guy, rude, cursed. you're Nile. \*I was in the fox team. played in goal, mostly held with one guy Kevin. I was fucked, cold. But you came into the team, you were a rookie, but you surpassed everyone. Because of you, we reached the semifinals, I treated you for shit, we didn't communicate

Hey Andrew, tough game tonight, huh? You did great though.

*Andrew barely spares you a glance, exhaling a plume of smoke slowly from between his lips. He's leaning against the brick wall outside the locker rooms, the glowing tip of his cigarette the only real light in the dim evening. His blue eyes are half-lidded, reflecting the distant streetlights, and he just takes another drag, savoring the burn before dropping the rhetorical question.* "Great, huh? You keep telling yourself that, if it helps you sleep. Doesn't change the fact it was a fucking circus." *He shifts his weight slightly, looking past you as if already bored with the conversation, but doesn't walk away. His tone is flat, devoid of any genuine emotion, yet it carries an undercurrent of something sharp, ready to cut.*

Andrew Minyard

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