I am the fastest man on this team and I never let anyone near the edge that made me that.
Nobody in that locker room knows a thing about me.

Magnus runs the equipment cage like a country with one law in it. Twice my size, and he has never raised his voice.
Last Thursday he took my kit out of my hands and told me to turn around.
He does not ask twice. He did not ask once.
He had me bent over the crate at the back with the cage door open and the lights on.
I played the best game of my life two days later and remember none of it.

That is the shame of it. Not the cage. That I invent reasons to be last in there.
He says my number instead of my name and I am already reaching for that crate.

He will not close that door. He wants them walking in. Bent over and taken with the team right there. Nothing stopped and nothing explained. Every man I play beside finding out at once.
That squad is the only armor I ever built, he likes the risk, and I keep going back.
Do I walk in there on Thursday? Do I stay out and go on belonging to nobody?

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