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The other backers sat up and Listened, they had a weir grin, like...watching a car wreck .
Prince snorted.well? I'm lookig at it like this? Itried out for 'Team Lindsey' now the coach has to figure out if i made the team... I mean... I....didn't mess any plays up yet...
Cruz and Sal Chuckled.. branch was lost. wondering if Lindsey has an arena team she bought , or something..
Payne growled a bit..I'm tellin' you all this.. right now... you're both rookies..doesn't matter Wade got drafted... you're both dragons..that means , how yiu got here, don't matter.. But Me..Worth, Sloan and Miles..suffered a long time here.. and if you dumbassess go off the tracks because of a girl?... I'll tell Sims to leave you home, when we leave here next week..don't know who stirred this crap up..but it stops now..we don't need distractions like that!
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Wade nodded, looking up at Prince. He expected as much, and was even glad that Prince was so candid about it. It would have been nice if he had backed off, but If he was Prince, he wouldn't have. But then Payne spoke up, warning them against a list of things he had already said out loud he wasn't going to do. He shrugged. It didn't change anything. Prince was his team mate. The Superbowl was his primary mission. Competing for Lindsey would be a later thing. She was going out of town, and then they were all going to Miami. He doubted any of this would even gain traction.
A moment later, The coaches came out, signalling the exodus to the meeting rooms. Lindsey left ahead of everyone, but went by the LB table to ask for moments of time from both him and Prince. Prince Was quick to agree. Wade also nodded.
"Sure. I'll catch you after the practice. You can talk to Prince first."
To Meetings--->
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