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Post by Loce Vaisey on Mar 13, 2023 21:11:07 GMT -8
Loce waited on the lawns outside the pitch, waiting on Anneli. He leaned against a tree, his broom propped next to him. He had a new one waiting in the broom lockers at the pitch, but he’d sent for his old one. If he was going to have to prove himself, he wanted to do it with a broom he knew inside and out. He could learn the other after. This one definitely had seen better days. He watched the groups of students milling around and wondered if Anneli would show alone or with the rest of the team. He glanced towards the pitch. He was itching to fly, to play.
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