“I’m not like that.”
A tiny voice in the dark.
“They all think I’m an aggressive jerk.”
Was that a sniffle?
“That’s not me. Not who I am.”
That was definitely a sniffle.
He wordlessly fished tissues from the nightstand, handing one to Mark.
“The passion of the game... I can’t help it... It’s bigger than me…”
He hears
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