Hustle and Heart

Hustle and Heart

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It's the NHL. Believed to be the sport for men. So what happens when something crazy happens? Maybe something like a girl NHLer. You heard that right, Brianna Bishop, forward for the Tampa Bay Lightning. However, even though she is on a team with her brother she really doesn't like it when people compare her to her older brother, Ben Bishop, goalie for the same team. This is her first playoffs with the Lightning and she plans to make it to the Stanley cup finals and win the cup. One problem, the Montreal Canadiens seem to be in the way of the cup finals and Brianna can't let that happen. What she doesn't know is that, these cup games will change her life forever.
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He hurt me. While in the process, I hurt myself as well. I love her. While in the process, I know I won't live long as well. I'm told by those closest to me to lower my expectations because I can't even reach them. I'm told by those closest to me to forget about it to avoid the hurt and pain that will follow, but I can't. Every time I see him, he has someone new, someone prettier, skinnier, blonde, and overall...better. Every time I see her, I hate myself even more, with the girl attached to my side to make her jealous, hoping she'd look this way. I try to hate him, I try every day, I try harder to hate him than to love him. I try to hate her, I try every day, but my love is stronger than my hate. If it means to stay close to her, I'll hate her. I'm too ugly. She is just perfect. In every way. She is perfect. Started: 1/07/2025

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