Coach Woodman shoved a final pair of freshly laundered baseball socks back into the uniform cupboard, and stepped back with a satisfied huff. There was no smile, Woodman didn’t smile, but he was pleased. Everything in its place. He closed the doors and locked it with a key that he returned to the chained ring at his waist.
The rushed footsteps approached, mixed with breathless puffs. A young man came around the corner at a jog, and then stopped, his socks squeaking
Ill advised rule breaking
By: LucifersChef
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