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The hashtag stayed online. But the truth? The truth was softer, stronger, and never needed a filter.

"They did." She stepped closer, plucked the ball from his feet. "But you're not really thinking about the game, are you?"

The hashtag popped up on his feed like a dare. Leo didn't even remember following the account, but there she was: .

Leo was the new assistant coach, twenty-three, all nervous energy and too much cologne. He thought he was being subtle when he'd linger after practice to "help gather the cones." But Greta had been twenty-three once. She knew the game.

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