soccer
by
droogie
JJ
comes in, pulls open the fridge, chugs from a half-gallon jug of watery orange
drink. The kitchen is dim. Angled rays of sunlight slip through
nearly-shut blinds, creating a pattern of bars over the room. JJ gulps down orange
drink, pants, gulps again. His shock of messy hair is limp. His elbows and...
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