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[shit, he's really mad. she shifts close enough to kind of bump his arm with her forehead.] I'll go talk to him tomorrow. I can catch him before he leaves for his run in the morning.
[she half nuzzles half rubs her head against his arm] You say that, but I know you'll still be there when he comes around. Well, I guess it's if in this case.
[if this were any other time, she'd laugh at how hilarious their height difference is even when they're sitting down, but right now she just takes comfort in having him so close] I'm not exactly thrilled with it either. But unfortunately, that's the way it is right now.
[he would find it funny too if he weren't so damn mad right now.] I hate this. Why can't he see that what he's doing isn't doing his body any good at all?
But I can't let that happen! Even though he acts so aloof, I know this is something really important to him, and I can't...I can't just sit by and let him do this to himself!
But he deserves it. We've been vocal about his decision to keep on playing from the start. And yes we both know how much he likes the sport, but if you're going to keep doing something that could potentially screw up your career you don't deserve my sympathy. This is his choice in the end, and if he wants to screw his career up then fine by me. But he will not come and whine about it to me later.
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