BREAK FROM TORONTO

BREAK FROM TORONTO

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Morgan swore it was only a futile joke at first. Useless pointing out of the obvious. Some kind of stupid thing that flourished through the frustration that Morgan collected carefully in a bottle. A bottle that could rupture open if that thing turned out to be something bigger than it was supposed to be. The fondness only the depths of his mind would have to bear with for the rest of his few years in the University of Michigan playing with the Wolverines. Excelling on the ice with no worries other than keeping the puck moving in the offensive zone, that would've been the easiest path to follow for him. "Morg, why do you always put yourself in trouble?" his best friend Cassie had one too many times told him. And one too many times, he had learned to reply in his thick accent, "I don't mean to." And he really didn't mean to fuck with the coach's son on his hockey program he had to be in for two more years, because it was indeed a ton of trouble. ---------------- ⭑ ݈݇⏤ ---------------- mlm. (work in progress, might not be updated)
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