I got through to Lucy, I think, so I'm good for a while. When we get back, Olivia and I go our separate ways. I'm ready for bed. Maybe the medicine is helping a little because the next morning, while I feel like staying in bed all day, I don't want to either. Therefore, I take a deep breath, gather all my strength, and get up. It doesn't exhaust me too much to do so. Around nine, there's a knock on my door. I almost don't answer it, but the only person it can be is Olivia. Why is she knocking? The bad feeling returns in my gut as I answer the door. I blink. My gaze flips back and forth between her and the football she's holding in her hands. What in the hell is she doing? When I don't speak, she frowns. “You aren't even going to ask?” My non-reaction should be enough of a hint. “Fine,” she huffs. “I want you to throw this with me.” Hell. No. I slam the door closed in one fluid motion. Is she crazy? There's no way I'm touching that thing. She couldn't pay me a million dollars to hold it.
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