Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

ball landed in the pocket with a thud.

Tyler flinched slightly, his left shoulder dropping as he hid the pain of his collarbone injury.

But a small, quick smile broke across his face before he threw the ball back with his right arm.

Mike watched from the edge of the porch, his hands deep in his pockets as he rubbed his silver ring.

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