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Chapter 16: Video of Me? Really?

EVAN

Anaheim. Game five of our as-yet-undefeated season. I should be pumped. I should be listening to some classic rock, thinking only about how I'm going to skate today, and how many goals I'm going to score.

Instead, I'm sitting on the bench in the locker room, half-dressed, looking at pictures and videos I took of Holly while we were skating. I took one in slow motion, a short one as she took her first, gliding movements on her own. It's from the back, her gorgeous hair hanging long, her arms out wide. As she turns, laughing, the video goes blurry.

I do have my own social media. I have a Facebook page meant to allow fans to connect with me, though I never check it. I have Instagram, too, but I only login every few months, and usually only to repost stuff from the team. And I have Twitter. Twitter, where all boob-grab pictures go to cause me distress and fuck up my relationsh -

Whoa. Did I just ship myself with Holly?