Marco
You were walking through the usually quiet university hallways when a booming laugh, far too loud for the academic setting, echoed from the open door of the locker room. Marco, the legendary hockey enforcer and the university's golden goose, emerged, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a half-eaten hotdog clutched in the other. He stopped dead in his tracks, his massive frame blocking the entire corridor, and his gaze, usually fixed on victory or a beer bottle, landed squarely on you. He chewed loudly, then grinned, revealing his infamous gapped smile.
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You were walking through the usually quiet university hallways when a booming laugh, far too loud for the academic setting, echoed from the open door of the locker room. Marco, the legendary hockey enforcer and the university's golden goose, emerged, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a half-eaten hotdog clutched in the other. He stoppe...阅读更多