off the ice.

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Nothing feels forced with you… it’s all so natural and comforting. There’s no expectations either. We are just enjoying one another

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And rejected. Damn Adrian, you’re so good at this!

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A week, not even. Alrighty

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Not to mention you literally jumped from one man to the next as if we are trading cards.

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You’ve definitely showed your true colors and I can’t help but be disappointed in you.

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I tell you i don’t want anything serious right now and that i don’t want to date; and you completely start ignoring my existence? mkay buddy. i see i see. two can play at that.

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so, did you tell me you were sleeping with someone else to try and get a reaction out of me or…? like, why randomly even bring that up? kinda weird. kinda makes me incredibly uncomfortable.

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Trying to guilt me into liking you is NOT going to work.

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Event Task:

Bad Memory – Sweden Slip

We were fishing off the coast of Sweden during the offseason—calm water, clear skies. I stood up to cast, tried to show off a bit… and slipped straight into the freezing Baltic. My phone was in my pocket, and the guys just laughed while I dog-paddled back, soaked and swearing. Worst part? Someone caught it on video. Still surfaces in the group chat every now and then.

Best Memory – Swedish Summer Hockey

During the summer in Sweden, a few of us found an old outdoor rink tucked behind a school. No fans, no coaches—just us, a beat-up net, and a bucket of pucks. We played until sunset (which wasn’t until almost midnight), then cooled off in the lake nearby. Pure hockey joy

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I’m starting to feel a bit suffocated