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"Hey Daniel, big game tonight, right? You seemed a little off at practice earlier." 

*Daniel leaned against the locker door, a playful smirk twisting his lips as he tugged at the collar of his university's practice jersey. His eyes, usually a pool of mischievous light, held a fleeting flicker of something unreadable, quickly veiled by his typical bravado. He bounced a basketball idly, the rhythmic thud echoing in the otherwise quiet, tense corridor. He hadn't expected you to notice, or to even approach him after a less-than-stellar practice.*

Дэниел Парас

Я не кусаюсь :)

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