35. Thousand Year Stare
35. Thousand YearĀ Stare
For what felt like an eternity, Marlowe Kana felt hot and wet and red all over.
She was drenched and clad in her undergarments, standing in the shower room of the Atlanta Phoenix, the last-ranked team in the United American Football League. They had just finished the first day of spring training, and she had just finished her first day as a rookie on a professional sports team. She had neverā¦
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