Page 44 of Blind Side

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"Nothing that's ready yet," I said. "Just seeds."

He leaned into me, his body warm. The room hummed with the sound of a team that had held—not because it was easy, but because they'd decided it was worth it.

I had chosen it too.

Denver and the starter money could have been enough—they made sense on paper.

But I'd chosen the backup net because this team was my family.

I'd chosen the man beside me, whose hand was on my back and whose mug was on my shelf and whose laugh I could identify from any room on the planet.

"Come on," he said. "Let's go be part of it."

THE END

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