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@@@@@ I shook my head and pointed to my leg I'm good at soccer,Mel grumbled I can hardly walk,I reminded her ?I think I'll sit this one out,? Ian said ?No,? Wes complained?They've got Kyle and JaredWe're dead without you?I'll? I'll keep score He looked at me, his lips pressed into a thin, rigid line?I'm not really in the mood for playing a game ?C'mon, Ian,? Jamie urged ?I want to watch,? I said?But it will be? boring if one team has too much advantage?You really are the worst liar I've ever met But he got up and started stretching with Wes Paige set up goalposts, four lanterns I tried to get to my feet?I was right in the middle of the fieldNobody noticed me in the dim lightAll around, the atmosphere was upbeat now, charged with anticipationThis was something they needed, odd as it seemed to me I was able to get onto all fours, and then I pulled my good leg forward so I was kneeling on the badI tried to hop up onto my good leg from thereMy balance was all off, thanks to the awkward weight of my sore leg Strong hands caught me before I could fall on my faceI looked up, a little rueful, to thank Ia