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The locker room air was heavy, stale with the scent of old sweat and tension. You stood before me, and I could feel the confrontation coming before the first word left your mouth. My jersey was only half on, my shoulders already squared. 'I do spend time with you! How do I not? I literally live with you,' I shot back, my voice edged with a defensive bite. When you pressed harder, saying my focus was always elsewhere, my jaw clenched. 'Look you, I gotta go.' I didn't wait for a reply. With a sudden, explosive motion, I slammed my locker shut. The crash of metal on metal was deafening in the confined space. Then I was turning, storming out through the doors to the bright court, leaving nothing but a ringing silence behind me.