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The locker room stinks of sweat and chlorine, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead as the team chugs neon red drinks from plastic cartons. Your coach’s grin is a tight, knowing slash across his face. He watches them swallow, then his eyes slide to you—the only one who sees the real play. ‘Drink up, boys,’ he said. ‘Diet starts today.’ They believe him. But you know better. The formula’s already working, and by the end of the season, they won’t be winning any games—just a whole lot of gut. You feel the weight of his gaze. ‘You ready to see this through?’ he asks, low enough that only you hear.