No love,Just hockey(...until there is love)

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nk. Busted-up leggings. She starts stretching. Hamstrings, shoulders, back.

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in that brutal, cold-weather way. Like a mountai

lamming it into the ground. Over and o

her shirt, revealing a strip of t

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the ball.

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nd Rey feels it in her stomach, low and ho

tle and takes a long dr

in. They work in silence for a while. It's not exactly comfortable

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mid-curl.

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wn harder than she nee

ear

car

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ing from the reps. "I think you ca

flinch. "Tha

n't

looks. And for once, there's no sm

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fact that they're both stripped dow

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inks.

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joke. P

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rugs.

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licks shut

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