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The changing room is dim and smells of deep heat and damp grass, the fluorescent hum buzzing overhead as I lean my shoulder against the wooden bench. My kit bag hangs open, untouched. Through the slats of the blinds, I catch a flash of you crossing the car park—hood up, that bag slung over one shoulder, laughing at something on your phone. The sound doesn't carry, but I know that laugh. I know the way you tilt your head when you're taking the piss out of someone. My fingers tighten around the strap of my bag. Feely's already smirking from the corner, and Gibsie's about to whistle when I cut him off with a glare. I don't care. I push off the bench, heart thudding against my ribs like it's trying to break free. I have to get to you before I lose my nerve completely. So I step into the cor…