“It smells like a goddamned moldy sock in here. Damn it, would you open the windows, please? I can smell it down the hall, in my office!” “Maybe it’s your office that stinks, then,” Brad pointed out. We all laughed, including Coach. He looked at me, where I jogged on the treadmill to cool down. “How’s it going, Jennings?” “How’s what going?” Max looked up from his pushups. “Nothing,” I said, giving Coach a look. “I’ll catch you later.” It seemed like he understood. Either way, it got him to disappear before things got any more uncomfortable. “I had some issues last week with tightness in my legs. I told Coach about it.” It was a pathetic excuse, but it was enough for Max. “I’ll tell Sam about it. Maybe she could help you.” Ever since Zack started physical therapy for his injury and started sleeping with his physical therapist, he was the expert.
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