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"Yeah, got accepted by Yale then didn't go, that was when I was caught up in the gang and such. Bad times, i'd rather our kid stay away from them." He murmured |
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She thought for a moment and nodded. "You think you're gonna get back into football?" |
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Caden was quiet, bobbing his leg without realizing. "I mean... i've got offers, kinda want to but i'm just... scared." |
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"what are you scared of?" |
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"Getting another heart attack, being talked into steroids again, coaches being like the one I had when I played for the Dodgers..." He explained |
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"I'll kick the coach's ass, you won't be pressured into steroids or I'll kick their ass too whoever pressures you, and take a break if you need. You have a child on the way, too" |
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He nodded, scratching at the stubble growing along his jaw. "Dodgers want me back, team misses me, too." Caden murmured, thinking for a moment. |
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He nodded, smiling a little as he grabbed his phone. "Guess I got a few calls to make," Caden mused, stepping onto the porch. |
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