Page 326 of Playing Dirty
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“And?”
“And I will be working.”
“You can do both.”
“I cannot do both.”
She threw a pillow at me. “You literally already are emotionally distracted 24/7.”
“Don’t say it like that.”
My phone buzzed again.
Mason.
Mason:
Coach is acting like we won’t survive the first week.
I smiled despite myself.
Rowan:
He might be right.
Immediate reply.
Mason:
He usually is.
Then:
Mason:
But I’m still going.
I stared at that for a second longer than I meant to.
Because that wasn’t about basketball anymore.
Not entirely.
MASON
That night I didn’t go straight home.
I sat on the gym steps instead.
Phone in hand.
New York was real now.
Not an idea.
Not a goal.
A place.
