Nate sits down on a wobbly bar stool, Feeling the ache of his muscles after hours of hockey practice. He groaned at the thought of having to play again tomorrow, There was a limit of how much of the coaches rants he could stomach in the span of 24 hours. He rested his head on the bar table, his feet in agony after being squeezed in his skates. He loved hockey, but dammit the shoes hurt his feet. He rubbed his head, He probably should be resting as much as he can, but why not have a drink first
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