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Barry closed his journal and did exercises before getting into bed.
He didn’t do his common Nobarry comparison, he thought only of Madison.
He thought of Madison, and basketball and the way they’d spoken and how she looked, and how he felt, as he slipped into sleep, dreaming.
Dreaming of what he’d done and said and the game… it was all so perfect and so close to real.
In the morning his folks went to work and he went to practice and was so focused on the game. Every muscle in his body was tuned to the game.
The coach praised him as did his team mates, and the match was the most important thing in their lives.
