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... te, something metallic in the air like a blade being sharpened. Bradford's players jogged through their warmups without flair, faces tight, focused. Jake Wilson stood by the dugout, gloves off, fingertips cold but steady. He wanted that. He wanted them to feel the sharpness. To cut with it.
The bus ride down had been quiet. No music. No chatter. Just the weight of his words left hanging over them from yesterday's session.
Make a statement before Christmas break.
Not a whi ...
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