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Steam curled up from the wet ground, evaporating in the sun. The humidity of the post-storm afternoon made the air seem about five pounds heavier, and stuck my blond curls to the back of my neck, but I hardly noticed. I bounced on the balls of my feet, shifting my weight to avoid sinking in the mud, holding my lacrosse stick in a ready position. Sweat dripped down into my eyes, but I ignored it.   On the other side of the field, Scott stood at the goal, lacrosse stick at the ready, same as me. His brown eyes seemed to shine gold in the glaring light. He didn’t move, but I could almost feel the tension in his muscles,—even from t