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Cade stood midfield, waiting for Zach to take his place at the line of scrimmage.
“When’s the last time you threw a football?” Zach asked worriedly.
Aside from the few times Cade had tossed one around casually with friends, a long time. “About twelve years.”
Zach threw him a panicked look.
“I won’t push it,” Cade said. It wasn’t as if his shoulder was entirely unusable; in fact, on a daily basis it didn’t bother him at all. His rotator cuff simply couldn’t withstand the repetitive stress of competitive football. “I just want to see what I can do.” He pointed emphatically. “And if the answer is ‘not much,’ you better not tell a soul. I’ve got a reputation to uphold here.”
Zach smiled, loosening up. “All right. I don’t want to stand in the way of you reliving your glory days or whatever.”
“Good. But in case this all goes south, my car keys are in the outside pocket of my duffle bag. When you drive me to the emergency room, if I’m too busy mumbling incoherently from the pain, just tell them I’ve got Blue Cross Blue Shield insurance.”
Zach’s eyes went wide.
“I’m kidding, Zach. Now get moving.
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