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Something was going on and my gut told me I wasn’t going to like it.
“What’s going on?”
Walking out of the gym and into the stadium was always slightly daunting, even when you weren’t playing a match. On the pitch stood the entire team; apart from us. From where we were I couldn’t see the newbie, but everyone else I could recognise from a distance.
Together we walked back towards the elevators past the gym, outside of the metal sliding doors we waited in silence. Apparently Oliver wasn’t much of a talker.
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